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[attr="class","lyric2de"]Wish we could turn back time
to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep

[attr="class","textbodde"]Okay, so, Agatha knew she was being ridiculous. It was probably... very late. Or was it very early? It was definitely in the wee hours of the morning, and maybe it was the amount of wine that her and Alois had ingested, but Agatha wanted ice cream. Was that so much to ask for? She really didn't think so. Sure, she had just stress baked up a storm, and most of her kitchen was covered in cupcakes, but Agatha had her sights set on ice cream. She was determined. So she had gotten up from her rather restless sleep--okay, so maybe she had been staying up with the full intent of listening to her new record. Details. Anyways, she had gotten up and flooed over to a quaint little twenty-four hour floo in Ottery St. Catchpole. Agatha didn't even know if Bette & Olive's would still be open at this hour, but she was hopeful. It was just good business sense, as far as she was concerned. She couldn't possibly be the only one that wanted ice cream in the middle of the night.

The streets were pretty quiet--of course they were. Agatha briskly made her way to the grocery store she knew all too well, but she stopped short and let out a defeated sigh as she noticed how dark the windows were. Starting up again, much slower this time, Agatha approached the front entrance and rested her forehead against the glass door, peering into the grocery store. "Nooo," she let out softly, "and in my hour of need. You've let me down, Bette and Olive." Well, this was a disappointment. Turning on her heel with yet another heavy sigh, Agatha walked back towards the sidewalk and glanced around the quiet streets of Ottery St. Catchpole. Maybe there was a convenience store, somewhere around there. Or she supposed she could floo all the way to London. Her parents' house was always an option, too. Agatha was always welcome back home, and they always had ice cream. But she also didn't think they would take it lightly if their daughter somewhat drunkenly stumbled out of their floo on a Sunday night Monday morning.

Before Agatha could even make a decision, the sound of footsteps broke her out of her thoughtful trance and she jumped slightly as she frantically glanced around. Her eyes landed on a dark shape and her heart rate picked up a bit. It felt like she had a lump in her throat. Merlin, not even any magic to defend herself. "Who--who's there?" she called out carefully.

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If You're Stressed And You Know It

Clap Your Hands

If You're Stressy And Depressy

And Your Life Is Kinda Messy...

Wow. Just wow. Just when things had been going alright, things had been going pretty much swell, life had once more served up a turd dumpling and slammed his face into it with a laugh.

Gael had just about agreed to take him on as her apprentice when suddenly, he had come down with what he had thought was the flu. He missed his scheduled meetup with her because of it. Then the bloody prophet prints that actually, it's a highly contagious disease called Epidemic X and suddenly he had NO MAGIC. None. Nyente. Nada. Zilch. 

Pyxis had definitely not been a home away from home and honestly? The only salvageable moment from it had been the fact that Amelia had come and sat with him and helped with her healer role. Talk about a room getting strangely warm. Maybe it had been the fever? That must have been why he'd been flushed as all hell too. And why his stomach twisted up in knots when she'd squeezed his hand every time before she left.

'Where had he been going with this? He had a point to make.'

Ah, yes. Lufkin.

As if things weren't already looking as grey as a graveyard, his final sentence had been signed, sealed, and delivered to his front door via owl. The Dean had kicked him out of the University's wandmaking course and effectively stripped him of all ambition and hope by doing so. Telling him that he was no longer of use. Because he had no magic. Which wasn't even his fault. It was whoever had released this goddamn contagion - Mother Nature, he bites his thumb at you just in case -  and now he had nothing. Dennis was away laughing on a fast camel to god knows where because of course he would just have a stronger immune system or some shit, and Cyrus had stuck himself to his Mum's couch and stayed there ever since. Sure, the offer was there for him to choose a non-magic dependent course but honestly, what was a guy like him gonna do? So many doors had just closed in his face with such a forceful bang, he could claim his ears were still ringing.

He wouldn't, though, because he was avoiding the prospect of anything medical for as long as he could now, and didn't want to chance fate.

Still, he had been working his hardest on his resumé since that... haunting day... at least, when he hadn't been staring aimlessly at a wall for hours on end. What he needed, then, was brain food. Some things about the Wizard never did change regardless of how hard life hit him. Perhaps his own saving grace was that he seemed to have an inability to get fat.

Flooing made him feel more nauseous than anything else but he did it anyway as he had no other way of getting to somewhere that could help him out. His wand had been spell-o-taped to his bedroom wall and left to hand there as a mockery of his former life. His best life. The only place that came to mind was Bette & Olive's in Ottery, since he knew that his own town's shops had shut hours upon hours ago. Early risers, early shutters. Pain's in the flaming ars-

'Oh no, oh fuck, there's anothe- wait, hang on a mo'... I know that voice...'

Cyrus stuck his hand around the corner first, just in case she had come up with strange ways to defend herself since Hogwarts, then eased the rest of himself around the corner warily as well. And there she was. Agatha Regent, fellow snacker and Simon-lover, Hufflepuff extraordinaire. Grinning, he pulled an 'Eek!' kind of grin and pushed his hands into his pockets, hunching his shoulders forward as he sauntered the last few steps. At least he wasn't the only one whose habits of late night snacking hadn't died with school...

"Just little ol' me, I'm afraid. Looks like we both had the same idea..." Cyrus laughed, turning his head to look inside and letting out a huff of defeat as his shoulders sagged, "Aaaand looks like we were both too late as well." 

Taking in the familiar face of his friend again, his brows began to rise as an amused look crawled onto his face and pulled at his lips again. "I say, my good woman, but are you... drunk?" 

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MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY

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[attr="class","lyric2de"]WISH WE COULD TURN BACK TIME
TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS
WHEN OUR MOMMA SANG US TO SLEEP

[attr="class","textbodde"]Everything had been a mess since the epidemic had hit. Agatha, at least, hadn't been in a magic-dependent field to begin with, and that had made things easier. She had been able to start her school year at Lufkin without a hitch. Well--mostly without a hitch. Because, once upon a time, Agatha would've apparated between work and campus without a second thought. And now, half of her closet was covered in soot stains from using the Floo so bloody much. Everything had taken a downwards spiral. She wasn't a big fighter, or someone that thought herself an expert of spells, but magic had been a part of Agatha's life for as long as she had been alive. She had flown around on her broom at Hogwarts, and her parents were both very magically inclined--it just ate away at her. Agatha would still instinctively reach for her wand to do something, only to pause and feel like a complete idiot.

It was a tough adjustment. But Agatha was trying. She wasn't the type to give up easily, even when she felt like she was walking around blindly. So she had no clue what would be next for her, and the whole of the wizarding world... this was hardly the first time that Agatha had felt aimless. She was trying to ground herself by focusing on the smaller things in life, and taking it all one at a time. At least Agatha still had her classes, and her writing project. Plus, working for Whit was proving to be a wealth of a learning experience. There were still things going well. They were all still thriving, despite all of the horrible things that had happened. That was important, too. Friends were still friends. Agatha had to remember that, at the end of the day. Some things would stay the same no matter what.

Like running into Cyrus on a late-night snacking trip.

That had been their thing, really. Agatha had always been bad about that, never quite getting her fill at dinner and realizing her hunger halfway through an essay at midnight. Needless to say, she had perfected the art of biscuit-sneaking and tea-making in the Hufflepuff common room over her seven years, with Cyrus by her side to benefit from it. A warm smile replaced her wary look as he rounded the corner. "Cyrus..." Agatha breathed out with a laugh. "No--" she started with an indignant tone, but her smile was turning more into a smirk, "--not as much as earlier anyways. And sober enough to Floo over with minimal complications, clearly."

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