Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2018 10:08:31 GMT -5
The Importance of Being Idle
But I don't mind, as long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fine - if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I'll be fine - if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
Being sick was extremely irritating. The only good point of all of this was that classes was suspended and he had a legitimate reason to curl up in bed with Pete all day and do nothing, really. Because all the rest was horrible. Not even the whole magic fading part, that wasn't so bad. Journalists didn't really need magic and MJ could handle himself doing things the muggle way well enough. Sure, a part of him was scared that he'd never get to have his magic again but that was deeply buried under the calm he always forced himself to have. Panicking would help no one and there was nothing he could do. He wasn't a doctor or a healer, he didn't even know how to separate a flu from a cold. Where this whole epidemic thing was concerned, he was basically useless. All that he could do was keep himself healthy and fuss over Pete whilst trying to keep his mum from breaking down the door in worry. Luckily, Camilla was likely too busy trying to keep working even though there were no actual classes and, you know, fussing over his sisters and dad. MJ had always been highly independent, that was probably the only reason why he was handed so long without maternal interference.
It was unlikely to last, though, and he'd talked to Pete that the best solution for that was to anticipate her moves. Last thing MJ wanted was to leave their warm bed whilst running a fever but his was pretty mild, as far as fever went, and the nausea was pretty bearable with the potions he was taking. In fact, MJ almost felt fine - if slightly gross. Definitely fine enough to go pay his mum a visit and convince her not to show up any time soon. Yeah, that was for the best. So he'd kissed Pete and left him with enough tea to last the apocalypse, got dressed in clothes that wouldn't make him shiver - god, he hated autumn - and left the flat. Through the Floo network, of course. His magic was far from reliable and even if it wasn't fading in and out, he didn't think he had enough of it left to be able to Apparate. It's a complex and magically demanding spell, that one, and finicky enough to kill you if you didn't do it correctly even when you're on top of things. If MJ dies because of Apparating, he's pretty sure Pete will bring him back just so he can kick his arse.
The house- damn, it was still very familiar. MJ hadn't lived here since graduating from school and still...well, no place like home, right? Except this hadn't been home in a long while. Home was his flat with his gorgeous boyfriend inventing something that had only a fifty percent chance of working out in their kitchen - unless it was one of Pete's mum's Spanish recipes, those were just about perfect. The house tasted and felt like...nostalgia. MJ didn't know whether it was a good feeling or not. After making sure he wouldn't lose his breakfast on the carpet in front of the fireplace, he straightened up his clothes and made a beeline to his mother's study - the one place that she was guaranteed to be in whenever she was home. Of course, there were other places she frequented but that was her territory and it had been ever since he'd been a small child. MJ didn't see a reason for it to change now. The door was closed but that wouldn't stop him. Knocking on a pattern, he smiled. "Mum, you home?"
It was unlikely to last, though, and he'd talked to Pete that the best solution for that was to anticipate her moves. Last thing MJ wanted was to leave their warm bed whilst running a fever but his was pretty mild, as far as fever went, and the nausea was pretty bearable with the potions he was taking. In fact, MJ almost felt fine - if slightly gross. Definitely fine enough to go pay his mum a visit and convince her not to show up any time soon. Yeah, that was for the best. So he'd kissed Pete and left him with enough tea to last the apocalypse, got dressed in clothes that wouldn't make him shiver - god, he hated autumn - and left the flat. Through the Floo network, of course. His magic was far from reliable and even if it wasn't fading in and out, he didn't think he had enough of it left to be able to Apparate. It's a complex and magically demanding spell, that one, and finicky enough to kill you if you didn't do it correctly even when you're on top of things. If MJ dies because of Apparating, he's pretty sure Pete will bring him back just so he can kick his arse.
The house- damn, it was still very familiar. MJ hadn't lived here since graduating from school and still...well, no place like home, right? Except this hadn't been home in a long while. Home was his flat with his gorgeous boyfriend inventing something that had only a fifty percent chance of working out in their kitchen - unless it was one of Pete's mum's Spanish recipes, those were just about perfect. The house tasted and felt like...nostalgia. MJ didn't know whether it was a good feeling or not. After making sure he wouldn't lose his breakfast on the carpet in front of the fireplace, he straightened up his clothes and made a beeline to his mother's study - the one place that she was guaranteed to be in whenever she was home. Of course, there were other places she frequented but that was her territory and it had been ever since he'd been a small child. MJ didn't see a reason for it to change now. The door was closed but that wouldn't stop him. Knocking on a pattern, he smiled. "Mum, you home?"
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