Someday

I hope you get the chance

To live like you were dying

He had been in the Ministry this morning. He had talked to Rodolphus, and Carlisle knew that he had to do something. That he couldn’t just go around and sit around, and not do anything anymore. It was killing him. There was a little bit of all of this that was just driving him slowly insane. Not having magic was bad enough, but then to not have magic, and to be stuck at home. To be in no meaningful way be contributing to anything? He didn’t think that he had it in him to sit at home like that. He couldn’t. He wasn’t his father. Not in that sense anyway.

Edmund Rosier had always been excellent at just being him. He was Edmund Rosier, and Carlisle didn’t think that he had ever had an actual job. He hadn’t ever seen him actually go to work a day in his life, and he didn’t function like that. He had to be doing something. He needed the stimulation that a job gave him. And while he had liked teaching at Hogwarts, he knew better than to think that he was going to be able to go back there. Macmillan wouldn’t take him, and he thought that Hogwarts had everyone that they needed right now anyway.

No, he had had to come up with a different plan, and this one in particular had come to him just this morning. Teaching at Locksley wasn’t ideal, but it was something. It was better than not doing anything at all, and he thought that it would focus him. It would make him actually do something, and right now anything was better than just staying home all the time. Sloane could work from home, and she could expand her distillery here to the U.K. and no one would question that in the least. Him though? He couldn’t do something like that. And so, he had come up with this.

Getting a meeting with Avery had been easier than he had thought that it was going to be. The man had bene a year ahead of him in school, and Carlisle remembered him. They had always gotten along well enough when Avery had been at the Ministry, and Carlisle had been working in Hogwarts, and the Wizengamot for his father. Even before the seat had technically been his, he had been filling in for Edmund, and that had led him to the Ministry many a day. Now though, it was his, and it was the only thing that he had left. He had come here to see what it would take to get the other man to hire him.

He would have to see; his meeting wasn’t for another half an hour. But he was looking around the castle. He thought that he liked that it was a castle. That was familiar to him, and Carlisle thought that he could get used to teaching here. It would be a nice change of pace from being at home. And he didn’t know if Avery was going to agree that he could do it without magic, but Carlisle was convinced that he could. If they were going to teach spell invention to those without magic, he could instruct without it too.

Turning around at the sound of footsteps he nodded in greeting to the person that was coming down the hall from the other direction. “Good afternoon.”

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[attr="class","cbody"]There were some days when she wondered if teaching at Locksley was still worth the headaches that came along with it. Of course, kids giving people headaches was a cliché. They did ridiculous things sometimes, even university students, so she thought that teaching would always come with some manner of headache. That just came with the profession. But since the epidemic, work giving her a headache was more than just expression. It was just reality. Being an Empath had always been a gift that had been incredibly beneficial to her career. In some ways, it had made her the psychologist that she was today.
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She knew that she was still capable and competent at her job. She liked to think that she would still be at this point in her career if she hadn’t been an Empath, but sometimes she wasn’t sure. Felicity didn’t like to think about that too much. Even though the gift was a part of her, she didn’t want to think that it was the only reason that she’d had the success that she had up until this point. But it had helped. There was no denying that.
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It gave her an insight into her subjects that most other psychologists didn’t have. She could get a read of their emotions when questions were being asked, gauge their reactions to certain subjects… she could use that knowledge to go about her own interviews in a way to get the best reactions and the best answers out of them. Her work had benefited from her gift and the more that she’d learned to yield it, the better she had gotten at her job.
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Now that she didn’t have magic, it was all a bit more complicated. She could still get a read on emotions, but she had no control over it. She could be in a room full of people and feel every single one of them. It was enough to make her head feel like it was going to explode. It was enough for her to faint—unfortunately, though that hadn’t happened all that often. The one time it had, she’d at least made it out nearly to the restrooms of the restaurant they’d been at. Fainting in front of a room of people would have been extraordinarily embarrassing.
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But every time she came into Locksley, it felt like that was a risk she was taking. There was no way of knowing how strong emotions would impact her that day or if it would get to be too much. Morning classes were easier, honestly because most of her students were still half asleep and their minds were not as active. It was later in the day that she had more problems. Most of the time, the migraine wouldn’t strike until she’d made it back home, but she was just so exhausted. She didn’t know how she was going to do this if she never got her magic back. It was unfathomable to think she might have to deal with this for the rest of her life.
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Since she’d gotten better from her initial symptoms, she’d been looking for something that helped ease her migraines, but so far, she hadn’t had much luck. At this point, she thought she’d need to start looking at herbal remedies or something.
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Her day wasn’t done yet, not really, but she did have another hour until her next lecture began. She thought it was past time for a walk or something. Being outdoors helped. It was easier to get away from everybody for a little while. It was still a little cold out and she’d left her jacket in her office, but she wasn’t all that worried. Cold air helped. She just needed a break for a little while, then she was sure she could get through the rest of her classes.
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It was while she was walking down the hall that she thought she saw a vaguely familiar… well, back of a head, honestly. But she didn’t know just why Carlisle Rosier would be at Locksley. She’d been content to think it must be someone else, but then he’d turned around—and she had realized that it had indeed been him. “Lord Rosier,” she said, with an amused smile, “Just why are you gracing our halls today?” Felicity asked curiously, coming to a stop in front of him.
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SOMEDAY

I HOPE YOU GET THE CHANCE

TO LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING

He couldn’t just keep sitting around and doing nothing. That wasn’t going to do anyone any good. He had to do something, and so he had done the only thing that he could think of was to come here and bother Avery. Carlisle knew that having friends in high places would always serve him well, and even when the Avery had been an Unspeakable, he had thought that the man could be counted amongst that number. He liked all of the Averys, but it was G that could give him what he wanted right now. And he thought that he needed a job.

When the Epidemic had first struck, he had thought that they were going to get through it well enough. And then he realized what not actually having a job meant. He had had a job his entire life. Even if it had been in those bloody work camps, he had had something. There had been something that he had had to get up and go and do every day. And he knew that it had been his choice to resign from the school. He could have made a case to stay on in a show of good faith and teach Defense just as well as he had been teaching them the Dark Arts. But he didn’t know that that that was the answer either.

Carlisle knew that leaving had been the best option, but he had to do something. He was going stir crazy, and now without his magic it was even worse. He hadn’t had a chance to adjust to not having a job with magic, only to be left without it in the first place. And he didn’t think that it was necessary to try and find out who was to blame for that. There were more than enough people trying to riddle out the answer to that puzzle. But he knew that he had to do something. Sitting around Eastend was not going to be the answer. Not one that was going to result in his family still getting along.

Edmund was at Westerlies, and he knew that his son needed his space. He had to decide what it was that he was going to do. He had to have that freedom to figure out who he was going to be. And Carlisle was glad that he could do that in the home that he had grown up in. That was safer for him than sending him to a different one of the estates. They were in Eastend, and he thought that Sloane liked that better than being in Westerlies to begin with. There was no Gen in Eastend. They had never lived there.

And he thought that it was worth it to try and make her happy. Just because he was being boorish and awful didn’t mean that he didn’t love her. And he didn’t want to take out his bad mood on her. This wasn’t her fault, and she had had it worse than him to begin with. He didn’t have the Sight to deal with on top of all of this. Honestly, he wasn’t quite sure how she was managing it now. He hadn’t asked, and she didn’t seem to be struggling too badly. Not as badly as Maddie had written to say that Melanie was. And he knew that there were others that were affected in other ways.

Ways that were manifesting more physically than whatever was happening to his wife. Still, he was sure that there was some side effect that he just wasn’t seeing, and he didn’t know how to help her. But he certainly wasn’t in the mood to make it worse, and that meant that he was going to try and do something to make his own mood more manageable. He was going to have to do something that was going to make it easier to live with him. And getting a job seemed to fit that bill. He needed something to do with his mind, even if he couldn’t do it with his hands.

“Lady Avery.” Carlisle nodded to the younger witch. He thought that she was right around the same age as Sloane, if he remembered right. She might have even been in school with Griff too. He remembered that wedding, small though it had been, it had still been every bit an Avery and a Tripe. They had married properly, as opposed to marrying after a child, like they had. But Carlisle wouldn’t trade Brenna, or the fact that it had gotten them to the point that they were at now, for anything. “I have a meeting with your husband, actually. He was willing to squeeze me in this afternoon.”

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But she had no plans of letting it get to that point. If she was doing that badly, then she would…
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Well, no. She knew that she was too stubborn to admit that she needed to take a break from teaching. More likely than not, if it did get to that point, if he could see that she was miserable, he would have to force her hand. It would be the only way to get her to take a step back. If there was one thing that she could truly admit about herself, it was that she was incredibly stubborn. She knew that she was, and she knew that Avery was well aware of that fact as well. He had known it when he had married her. She did not like to ask for help, and she did not like to admit that she couldn’t do something. That would be exactly what asking for a substitute lecturer to take over for the term would be. It would be giving up. It would be admitting that she couldn’t do something, it would be everything that she hated to do.
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And so she knew that she wouldn’t ask for it. She would just push through and hope that her husband did not decide to take things into his own hands. It meant fibbing a little when he asked how she was doing, which probably would not go over all that well. He knew her well enough to mostly know when she was lying by now, but she liked to think that she had an excellent poker face when she needed to. And she wasn’t going to lie to him completely. He was well aware of what being an Empath had done to her after her initial symptoms had faded. Avery knew that she had lost nearly full control of the ability, that sometimes there was a rush of other people’s emotions that hit her all at once. When she was in a crowded place, he knew that was enough to send her reeling, for her to faint—that one bloody time, or for her to have a terrible migraine that kept her in bed for the rest of the day.
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Other people’s emotions could always be draining. She had learned that the hard way growing up and trying to get a handle of this ability. Sometimes if she got too nosy, if she spent too much time with other people’s emotions instead of her own, it could drain her and leave her exhausted. But she had gotten a good handle of that over the years. This was just entirely different. She had no control and when the flood gates came down, it hit her like a tidal wave. There was nothing that she could do to stop it or lessen it. He knew all of that. There was no hiding that from him.
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But she could try to push through and make him think that she was doing just a little bit better, if that kept him from getting a sub for her classes. The end of the term would be upon them before too long anyway. Just a few more months, and then she would have a break from teaching until the fall. There was even a chance that a cure would be found by then. Maybe it would not even be a problem that she would have to concern herself with again. She could hope, anyway. She did not consider herself to be an overly optimistic person, but she could still hope.
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For now, she had to figure out the best way to get through her days, and she found that taking advantage of her breaks helped. If it gave her a time to get outside and take a walk all the better. The crisp air helped, the space helped. It would hopefully help her get through the rest of the afternoon. What she had not expected was to see a face that was familiar to her, but unfamiliar to the halls of Locksley. “Oh? Can I be nosy and ask what about? Or is it top secret?” It really wasn’t her business or her place to ask, but she didn’t consider Carlisle to be one of those stuffy lords that would call her out on impropriety and minding her own business.
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