Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 22:35:53 GMT -5
lost in the light
He hated going to the Adria. He didn't know which of the Carrow ladies owned that place, because out of the three of them he didn't know which was worse. The young one, the one who didn't look like them, she was bad enough. She was dismissive if he showed up, and Bryce knew that she only had the title because she got married. What was her damn name again? He should know it, he was in Hogwarts with her for a brief time. Amy? It was longer than that, though, and he assumed that she took a bit of triumph in how she ordered him about. The twins, they were harder to please, and their mother was terrifying. But he hated the Adria because sometimes there were two of them. Sometimes both of the twins were there to yell and shriek and curse, and they often dressed alike despite how old they were. He didn't quite understand it; they were in their mid-thirties if he was placing them right, and he didn't know why they still felt the need to wear the same clothes. They didn't look any younger. They just looked more deranged.
Which they were. He wasn't being biased because he knew that they were far crazier than anyone could have guessed. They looked so sweet, but they shot curses just as bad as any of the Death Eaters occasionally on patrol. He didn't know if it was just the family name, as he knew of the other Carrow, the one closer to his age. Maybe they all just looked nice and then acted psychotic. Whatever one was normally in charge of the Adria always started out the same, pointing him to where he needed to go and then remaining silent for a few moments. He never knew what he was doing wrong, and he always wanted to see if the other muggleborns were treated the same, but he forgot. He couldn't remember by the time that he got home. He was always so tired, so ready to collapse, and then he had to look at Olive of all things and have to worry about whether or not the pint-sized brat was doing fine. He was never sure why she decided to start cursing him, and he knew that he should try to figure it out so that he didn't do it again, but Bryce was an idiot. He just tried to forget what he was doing while he was gardening, he tried to pretend like things were going better than they were.
He didn't know why. He knew that it was a stupid coping mechanism, he knew that it was a way for him to screw himself over in the end, but he tried to forget what he was doing with his life. He tried to forget that he was shoved into apartments overridden with people, and he tried to forget that there was a possibility that he could die any day. He had people that he had to live for. He had people that he had to try not to kill for, too, and he had a job waiting for him when he got out of there. Half of the time he thought about running away, but he couldn't do that yet. He couldn't just... He had to wait. He had to wait and see and get Olive out, and then he would worry about running away. He knew that Dion would understand, at least a bit. Dion would get why he wanted to wait. Bryce had to push all thoughts about running away for a bit, and he focused on the plants that were in front of him. They weren't the dangerous magical type, but he was sure that one of the Lady Carrows had something hidden away for later. At least he was outside, in the back, away from people's eyes. He hated when everyone could see him trimming things, and he was sure that the lady wanted him away from her customers.
Which they were. He wasn't being biased because he knew that they were far crazier than anyone could have guessed. They looked so sweet, but they shot curses just as bad as any of the Death Eaters occasionally on patrol. He didn't know if it was just the family name, as he knew of the other Carrow, the one closer to his age. Maybe they all just looked nice and then acted psychotic. Whatever one was normally in charge of the Adria always started out the same, pointing him to where he needed to go and then remaining silent for a few moments. He never knew what he was doing wrong, and he always wanted to see if the other muggleborns were treated the same, but he forgot. He couldn't remember by the time that he got home. He was always so tired, so ready to collapse, and then he had to look at Olive of all things and have to worry about whether or not the pint-sized brat was doing fine. He was never sure why she decided to start cursing him, and he knew that he should try to figure it out so that he didn't do it again, but Bryce was an idiot. He just tried to forget what he was doing while he was gardening, he tried to pretend like things were going better than they were.
He didn't know why. He knew that it was a stupid coping mechanism, he knew that it was a way for him to screw himself over in the end, but he tried to forget what he was doing with his life. He tried to forget that he was shoved into apartments overridden with people, and he tried to forget that there was a possibility that he could die any day. He had people that he had to live for. He had people that he had to try not to kill for, too, and he had a job waiting for him when he got out of there. Half of the time he thought about running away, but he couldn't do that yet. He couldn't just... He had to wait. He had to wait and see and get Olive out, and then he would worry about running away. He knew that Dion would understand, at least a bit. Dion would get why he wanted to wait. Bryce had to push all thoughts about running away for a bit, and he focused on the plants that were in front of him. They weren't the dangerous magical type, but he was sure that one of the Lady Carrows had something hidden away for later. At least he was outside, in the back, away from people's eyes. He hated when everyone could see him trimming things, and he was sure that the lady wanted him away from her customers.