Post by Finn Elliot Harlow on Jul 13, 2019 23:06:35 GMT -5
Date: Late 2017 (being purposefully vague, I guess)
Location: A train on route to Moscow
Finn had never thought that he would see outside of the United Kingdom. He was not ever going to have the kind of money that it took to get out of the place where he’d grown up. He had figured that he would graduate Hogwarts and go right back there. He had not left the school of magic with some grand ambitions to become a healer or a famous Quidditch player. He had not left the school with any desires to become anything. Finn had never been the type of person that had dreams—that thought about the future, about what he could do or who he could be. That was a courtesy that he had never had, and as such, he tended to scoff and scorn those that had the money to do what they wanted with their lives. They were the type of people that he knew that he would never be able to understand. Because he was not like them. He was never going to be like them. Thank Merlin for that.
There was one among that score that had been different. One that could have talked about her plans and her ambitions and her future until she was blue in the face, and he would have listened to it. He wouldn’t have called her out for the doors open to her because of money, he wouldn’t have laughed at her ambitions, and he wouldn’t have told her that she never would have gotten any of it if she didn’t have money and the right last name. It wasn’t something that he would have said to her even if it was true and always had been true.
And it certainly was now. He had no doubt that she would get what she wanted regardless of her last name, but being a Parkinson mattered again. There had been a time not that long ago when the same last name had not done her any favors. He hadn’t really known her back then, or seen any of that personally, but he’d had eyes. He might not give two shits about politics, but even he was aware when that change had taken place. It just hadn’t affected him, so it hadn’t mattered. He was not someone who had ever been impacted by the political lines in the magical world.
Nothing in the magical world had impacted him much. There had been plenty of times when he had wondered why he was bothering to graduate at all. There wasn’t much of a reason for it. He wasn’t going to do shit with his NEWT scores. He wasn’t going to go to university or have any traditional sort of job. He knocked people unconscious for a living. That was what he was good at, and he had not needed to graduate Hogwarts to make money in that particular career path.
But there was only so much to be made by fighting in his neighborhood. It had always been enough to get by, enough to put a roof over his and his mum’s head when she had done nothing to contribute. That was all it was going to be, though. He had never thought that he’d have an excess of money to his name, because he just wouldn’t. He knew that he wouldn’t. But he had not seen a reason to change that or try to do more than he was. He got by, just fine. Graduation had come and gone, though, and with that had come a realization that he had not been expecting.
Whatever he had with Kali… it was getting complicated. Hell, it had been complicated for a long time. He had tried to ignore it, had tried to act like it wasn’t happening and that it was just sex, but he knew that wasn’t the case. The moment that she’d asked him about a scar, and he’d countered by telling her to tell him something about her first, it had been a quick downward spiral. Finn did not put stock in relationships. He did not believe in love. He did not really even believe in monogamy or understand why people had committed relationships. He did not understand what they could possibly gain from that. He did not think he would ever have to worry about wanting something like that, or wanting more with one specific person than he had. It was not him. That was not who he was, and it was never going to be.
So he had thought, anyway.
When he realized that that moment with Kali had come and past, that he wanted more than he had, he had known that something needed to change. Maybe if he was a normal person, that change would have been telling her that and seeing if she felt the same way. A ‘feelings’ talk or some soppy shit like that. But that was not him, so he had made a different decision. He had left. Some people might call that running away from his feelings, but he decided to deem it as expanding his horizons. He had never thought that he would see anything outside of London before he’d gotten his Hogwarts letter—and even then, seeing that corner of Scotland had hardly been seeing much of the world.
But he’d done some work in Dublin for some blokes, and that had been enough to get him a train ticket out of the United Kingdom. On a whim, he had decided that he would head to Moscow. He had never thought that he’d see Russia, after all, and he was sure that there would be plenty to focus on there. No, he wasn’t running away from his feelings. That was absolutely absurd. He was ending something now, before Kali found some pureblood ponce to marry. He wasn’t going to talk about what he thought or what he felt, and completely embarrass himself only for it to end the same way. He knew what she was, and what was expected from the witches in her social class, and it did not involve ending up with blokes like him.
“Извините меня?” He looked up at the sound of a lilting female voice, his gaze landing on a very attractive blonde who had very clearly been talking to him. “Come again?” An amused smirk formed on his lips. He didn’t think he needed to speak Russian to flirt or get her underneath him. His smirk did wonders—time to try it out on a new audience, he supposed.
Location: A train on route to Moscow
Finn had never thought that he would see outside of the United Kingdom. He was not ever going to have the kind of money that it took to get out of the place where he’d grown up. He had figured that he would graduate Hogwarts and go right back there. He had not left the school of magic with some grand ambitions to become a healer or a famous Quidditch player. He had not left the school with any desires to become anything. Finn had never been the type of person that had dreams—that thought about the future, about what he could do or who he could be. That was a courtesy that he had never had, and as such, he tended to scoff and scorn those that had the money to do what they wanted with their lives. They were the type of people that he knew that he would never be able to understand. Because he was not like them. He was never going to be like them. Thank Merlin for that.
There was one among that score that had been different. One that could have talked about her plans and her ambitions and her future until she was blue in the face, and he would have listened to it. He wouldn’t have called her out for the doors open to her because of money, he wouldn’t have laughed at her ambitions, and he wouldn’t have told her that she never would have gotten any of it if she didn’t have money and the right last name. It wasn’t something that he would have said to her even if it was true and always had been true.
And it certainly was now. He had no doubt that she would get what she wanted regardless of her last name, but being a Parkinson mattered again. There had been a time not that long ago when the same last name had not done her any favors. He hadn’t really known her back then, or seen any of that personally, but he’d had eyes. He might not give two shits about politics, but even he was aware when that change had taken place. It just hadn’t affected him, so it hadn’t mattered. He was not someone who had ever been impacted by the political lines in the magical world.
Nothing in the magical world had impacted him much. There had been plenty of times when he had wondered why he was bothering to graduate at all. There wasn’t much of a reason for it. He wasn’t going to do shit with his NEWT scores. He wasn’t going to go to university or have any traditional sort of job. He knocked people unconscious for a living. That was what he was good at, and he had not needed to graduate Hogwarts to make money in that particular career path.
But there was only so much to be made by fighting in his neighborhood. It had always been enough to get by, enough to put a roof over his and his mum’s head when she had done nothing to contribute. That was all it was going to be, though. He had never thought that he’d have an excess of money to his name, because he just wouldn’t. He knew that he wouldn’t. But he had not seen a reason to change that or try to do more than he was. He got by, just fine. Graduation had come and gone, though, and with that had come a realization that he had not been expecting.
Whatever he had with Kali… it was getting complicated. Hell, it had been complicated for a long time. He had tried to ignore it, had tried to act like it wasn’t happening and that it was just sex, but he knew that wasn’t the case. The moment that she’d asked him about a scar, and he’d countered by telling her to tell him something about her first, it had been a quick downward spiral. Finn did not put stock in relationships. He did not believe in love. He did not really even believe in monogamy or understand why people had committed relationships. He did not understand what they could possibly gain from that. He did not think he would ever have to worry about wanting something like that, or wanting more with one specific person than he had. It was not him. That was not who he was, and it was never going to be.
So he had thought, anyway.
When he realized that that moment with Kali had come and past, that he wanted more than he had, he had known that something needed to change. Maybe if he was a normal person, that change would have been telling her that and seeing if she felt the same way. A ‘feelings’ talk or some soppy shit like that. But that was not him, so he had made a different decision. He had left. Some people might call that running away from his feelings, but he decided to deem it as expanding his horizons. He had never thought that he would see anything outside of London before he’d gotten his Hogwarts letter—and even then, seeing that corner of Scotland had hardly been seeing much of the world.
But he’d done some work in Dublin for some blokes, and that had been enough to get him a train ticket out of the United Kingdom. On a whim, he had decided that he would head to Moscow. He had never thought that he’d see Russia, after all, and he was sure that there would be plenty to focus on there. No, he wasn’t running away from his feelings. That was absolutely absurd. He was ending something now, before Kali found some pureblood ponce to marry. He wasn’t going to talk about what he thought or what he felt, and completely embarrass himself only for it to end the same way. He knew what she was, and what was expected from the witches in her social class, and it did not involve ending up with blokes like him.
“Извините меня?” He looked up at the sound of a lilting female voice, his gaze landing on a very attractive blonde who had very clearly been talking to him. “Come again?” An amused smirk formed on his lips. He didn’t think he needed to speak Russian to flirt or get her underneath him. His smirk did wonders—time to try it out on a new audience, he supposed.
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