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Post by Tiberius Nott on Aug 25, 2012 20:41:35 GMT 10
Tye was a bit of a loner. He didn't mind the company of his friends every now and then but usually he liked to be left alone but it wasn't easy. not tonight. Tonight was the third of January 1982 and the ministry of magic had just passed a new law. A Marriage law. Fricking ridiculous. There were already so many things wrong with this world, things that the Dark Lord could have easily corrected had he been given a fair go at things, but now? Now there was nothing, only those drowning sorrow after sorrow as they faced the inevitable fact that within five years they would have a wife and child.
Tye knocked back another shot of whiskey as another was poured out before him. Things had changed and were going to get worse. He'd had his interview and the truth was he doubted they'd be able to find anyone that would meet his expectations, he had a better chance of finding someone suitable for him in this dank old place. Still the bar was full of the silent types, nobody talking to anyone, just keeping out of each others way. Knockturn Alley was not a place for meeting friends, it was a place for loners to drink, still It was better than being home right now. Better than knowing that he'd soon have a wife grabbing at his money and a child obnoxiously demanding attention. Though surely anything was better than this place, right?
Tye stood up and knocked back his last shot. He threw his cloak around his shoulders and wobbled a little. He'd had a lot to drink. Probably too much but he had to get out of here, it was as though he could hear everyones thoughts, everyone's feelings about the new law. It was the end of their lives as they knew it. It was the end of his.
Lighting up a cigarette Tye stumbled towards the door, nearly catching some wizards hair on fire. He was shoved about and eventually landed face down on the filthy path of Knockturn Alley. He let out a short laugh. This is where he felt like he belonged, down in the gutter. He felt as though life could not possibly get any better. He was going to be forced to marry, forced to reproduce, all against his will. This was rape. Rape by the ministry. What if he just slept with women, got them pregnant but had no strings attached? Wouldn't that just do?
Tye dragged himself across the path to the side of a towering building just as it started to rain. His cigarette was extinguished from the rain that was starting fall quite heavy. He just leant there against the brick wall banging the back of his head repeatedly. He was going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow and this wasn't going to help. Nothing was going to help. No one could help.
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Post by Fallon Reynolds on Aug 28, 2012 22:53:34 GMT 10
There was no reason why she needed to be in Knockturn alley; in fact, her type did not belong there, as the pureblood community would tell her. However, something in her mind was telling her just to take the short cut from her apartment to the pub and so she did. Fallon wrapped her jacket closer to her body, this place just scared her and it took all her will not to run through the place, to just get out as fast as she could. She was dressed very muggle like and now she wished she had her robe with her. Fallon had never been a fan of the robes, they felt very restricting, it was enough wearing her robes as a healer in an emergency. She was wearing a pair of jeans tucked into her heeled boots, with a simple black top and a leather jacket. The rain was coming down heavy but she just kept walking not caring at the moment how much like a drowned rat she looked.
Everything was still falling around her, but she was still looking at all the possibilities she was not one to give up so easily, life was too short to just give up. The marriage law could not stick; surely there was a loophole somewhere that could get herself out of it. Of course, someone had tried to do that and it seemed to be tightly locked. Her life would be over if she had to get marriage and some pureblood’s brat. She could see herself not being happy in that marriage at all since she was a muggleborns and not a pureblood’s favourite type of person in the world. Fallon looked around for a moment and then she saw a shadow slumped against the wall. Against her better judgement, she ran over to the shadowed figure and could see that it was a man clearly drunk with the back of his head bleeding.
Kneeling down next to him, she checked that he was still awake and she could see that he was. “Hello there, can you hear me?” Fallon looked at him directly in the eyes to make sure she got his attention. “It looks like you had a bit too much to drink, you are bleeding.” She told him in a calm voice, it was typical that she was forced to take care of yet another drunk and this was her day off work. “I’m Fallon, come on I think we need to take you to the hospital to get yourself looked at.” She gave him a small sympathise smile. Maybe it was the marriage law that did this to him as well, she had turned to the drink when she had found out, but she had been able to walk out of the pub.
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Post by Tiberius Nott on Aug 28, 2012 23:48:28 GMT 10
An angel was speaking to him. He had no idea why but he had a feeling that he'd hit his head a little too hard and died in the dank alley of Knockturn. How perfect? A horrid end to a horrid day. Still why would an angel be talking to him? He wasn't going to heaven, he'd done some bad things in his life and there was no chance that he was going to make into heaven without doing something utterly courageous. Perhaps killing himself was such a gift to humanity that he was deemed a near saint like figure and allowed into the greatest house of all. Gods house.
"Fallon?" An angel names Fallon? How heavenly. And such a sweet voice. Such a sweet, sweet voice for someone that was, well Tye could only make out a blur of darkness. He was sure it was a heavenly blur though.
It took a little while for Tye to realise what was said by Fallon. Hospital, hospital. That word sounded familiar. "Hosspital ssoundss likea bright thought." He said after finally figuring out what a hospital was. He also thought her heard Fallon mention something about blood. Perhaps she wasn't an angel, just an angel impersonator. Regardless of this he thought her blurry face was the prettiest he'd seen all night but that wasn't really a compliment when you considered he'd been in a pub full of old wizard, hags and Merlin knew whatever else.
As they rain fall continued at a steady pace, Tye realised that his trousers were wet through to his underwear. Usually this would be something to be ashamed of but because of his situation he felt as though he was more in need of help than anything else, though he would never admit it, he had too much pride though you probably wouldn't have guessed it right now. Usually you didn't find prideful people drunk in the middle of Knockturn Alley having bashed their head against a brick wall continuously. No wait, these days you did. The marriage law, the loss of the war. It was all too much really and something had to be done, but not right now.
Tye leant over and pushed himself up. It was awkward, jilted and a little indecent, but he managed to make himself stand with the aid of the wall he'd been leaning against. He wondered if his head wound was serious or just a little gash that could be sewn up at home. He didn't fancy going to Saint Mungo's right now, not while he was drunk and there wasn't anything wrong with him, well at least not anything that he hadn't done himself.
"Uhyou zome kind ov heeealer?" His speech was slurred yet it was sharp in some places. Some words untied to become one while another elongated to become longer than was absolutely necessary and all the while the rain pitter pattered on the roofs above them as the harsh wind slapped the rain across Tye's face. He was certain tonight was not going to end with him in his cosy bed and hangover free. He was probably going to have stitches, a headache and knowing his luck after nights like these, someone blackmailing money out of him, though he doubted his angel would do such a thing.
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Post by Fallon Reynolds on Aug 29, 2012 0:10:10 GMT 10
Looking down at the man in front of her, she was not entirely sure of his condition except he was completely and utterly drunk something he would no doubt suffer for once dawn broke. This was not how she wanted to spend her evening but here she was anyway, it seemed that the plans she did have just became cancelled and she found herself going back into healer mode to look after this man. “Yes hospital is the best place for you right now, I can do more there to make sure you are alright.” Fallon smiles slightly. This was just another day and another patient that would be under her care. If she had a sickle for every drunk she had looked after in her short career, she would be on her way to becoming a very wealthy woman indeed.
Watching as he struggled to get up, she wrapped an arm around his waist so she could attempt to take some of his weight so he did not fall back over again and cause more damage to himself. She regarded him for a moment and he was not too bad looking. Nevertheless, he was her patient and that was not appropriate at that time. “Yes, I am a healer and I am going to make sure that you are alright. It looks like you have done some damage to yourself.” Fallon muttered to him as she helped guide him away from the wall.
It was hard to get a close look at the wound with the darkness and the rain, another reason why she needed to get him to the hospital. Luckily, for her she knew a quick way to get him there just to make sure that he could not hurt himself any more. “What is your name since I have told you mine?” Fallon spoke making some small talk as they walked slowly to the hospital. “The marriage law do this to you huh?” She wanted to know what would cause him to drink himself into oblivion, if it was for the same reason as she would then she could completely empathise with him.
Her hair was dripping wet now and it was clinging to her face as her clothes were starting to become drench with the persistent rain. Pulling out her wand, Fallon cast a shield around them both to protect them from the rain. It would not keep them completely dry but it would help for now until they got into the safety of the hospital. “Just stay awake for me alright and I will do my best to stitch you up so you can go back to your everyday life.” She told him as she saw the hospital come into sight. This was her second home since the war, she worked as much as she could but she did miss her freedom.
“Nearly there buddy, then you can be on your merry way, I promise.” They climbed the stair s one step at a time to make sure he would not fall back down them, that was the last thing she wanted.
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Post by Tiberius Nott on Aug 31, 2012 23:19:31 GMT 10
Tye wasn't so sure about the hospital thing. the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a better idea just to go home. But which way was home? All he knew was he was in Diagon Alley with a woman that had the most delicate, smoothest voice he'd ever heard and a name that was a gift from the heavens. Mind you he was drunk so he could have been exaggerating a little, but he doubted it, there was a strong chance that she was every bit as perfect as he seemed to think she was. Tye was sure she was going to be every bit as good looking as she was kind and softly spoken.
"I'llbe ulright. Juzz need a stitch ortwo 'n' I'llbe sweepin'you ov your bootiful lil feet in no time." He said with a bit of a chuckle, not giving a single thought that a sober, lovely nurse wouldn't want to spend more time than necessary with a drunk like him. But she was smart and clever, she had to have been a Ravenclaw in school, she was very intuitive or so she seemed.
"Tiberius and yuhhuh. Itza stooped bloody law iv you azkin' me." Tye had lost track of how many drinks he'd had but he knew it couldn't have been no more than seven shots because he was fairly certain he was still somewhat understandable, more than nine and he'd be crawling, more than eleven and he'd be in a heap.
It was a while before Tye realised that only had he been standing but he was walking too, he thought he'd been swaying to and fro. Turns out this walking angel had been leading him to St Mungo's and now they were going up steps. Well this was interesting. He hadn't realised they'd walked so far. Time flied when you had fun and walking with this beauty, catching a glimpse of her features in the light of the hospital's entrance, he realised that he'd lucked out. Getting drunk and stumbling out of a pub might have been the best thing in his life to date.
"Thankzlovey. Now, are you gunna be trea'in' me cuz I don' think I could be doin' wiv en-e-one else's handz onmerigh'now." Tye hiccuped and burped a little, the burn of his whiskey creeping up into his throat before he swallowed it back down. Reflux was a bitch after drinking and if he wasn't careful he was going to be bringing up a lot of what he'd just drunk.
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Post by Fallon Reynolds on Sept 1, 2012 11:18:16 GMT 10
Shaking her head slightly with a smile on her face. “You won’t be sweeping anyone off their feet for a while until we get you sorted then maybe I will consider it.” Fallon joked around with him as she continued to help him walk. It was strange to be in company even if it was with some drunken person that needed some help. It was a change to say the least, but anything right now would be great to get her mind off the law.
Fallon Reynolds looked at the man she was trying to help to make sure that he was going to be all right. She gave a small smile and chuckled as they arrived at the reception of the hospital. “I need somebody to help; this man is very intoxicated and has a deep cut on the back of his head. I don’t want to heal him until I was here.” Fallon smiled a little as she kept a firm grip around his waist. “I will stay with you while you are getting sorted, so no need to worry I will be there.” She chuckles. Fallon the escorted him to one of the treatment rooms and helped him up onto the bed. “This law is awful, so many people are going to be trapped in loveless marriages, it’s not right.” Fallon muttered to herself before snapping herself out of it and turned her attention back to him once again.
“It’s a pleasure to Tiberius.” Fallon chuckled in a late response and pulled out her wand waving it to cast a diagnostic spell. “Why you have drank a hell of a lot.” Looking in shock at him as she looked at the readings that appeared in front of her, she raised her eyebrow slightly. “No being sick on me.” She summoned a sick bowl quickly and placed it in his hands.
“It’s people like you that make my life difficult.” Fallon walked over to the locked potion cabinet, waved her wand to open it, and pulled out a sobering up potion, walking back over to him. “Here drink this, it tastes horrid but it will make you feel so much better.” She told him and waited for him to drink it as she went and started to clean the head wound, before starting to use magic to heal it. “Why would you do this much damage to yourself? I just don’t understand it.”
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Post by Tiberius Nott on Sept 4, 2012 0:33:36 GMT 10
There wasn't a whole lot Tye could do. He could barely walk, barely talk and barely recognise where he was. Everything was just overwhelming for the poor man. Sure he'd not had too many drinks as such, but the liquor he'd ingested was a strong one, so strong it didn't take a lot to knock a guy down and all though he'd hate to admit it, Tye wasn't someone that could hold a heck of a lot of alcohol but he could have a regular sort of amount.
"Truz me darlin' the plezure iz all mine." Tye laughed a drunken laugh accompanied by a lopsided smile. "So now we agree that law can go ta hell, you wanna marry me?" Tye grinned bigger as he looked upon Fallon's face and focused. She was a beauty and not a fake, magically enhanced sort of beauty, she was all natural and perfect and definitely someone he wouldn't mind waking up next to every morning for the rest of his life.
"Cam'on, marry me, you know you wanna. Fallon Nott, see how bloody perfect that sounds?" Tye didn't pay attention to the fact that he was being seen to in a nice sterile room. His eyes were just locked on Fallon and the way she gracefully moved around the place. Tye could barely keep up with her and most of the time she was a blur heck he could hardly keep up with the conversation. He was missing bits here and there and he was a bit slow to respond and within a half hour he'd probably just forget about everything they were talking about now. It was a shame because this night was probably going to be a blur, if he remembered any of it at all and it was turning out to be the best night of his life. He'd met an angel.
"It tas'e good it did and it helps forgetting stuff for a while." Tye looked at the potion she'd given him. It couldn't be worse than what he'd been drinking tonight. Raising it to his lips he tilted the container back and drank down the medicine. It was pretty horrid and worse than what had been served in the pub but it started working pretty quick. Tibby felt himself sobering up as his head wound was cleaned. "Am ... am I sobering up?" he asked. What was the point of drinking so much if it was gone in the instance of another drink? What a waste of money. He knew he should have gone home.
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Post by Fallon Reynolds on Sept 5, 2012 1:31:45 GMT 10
“Ask me when you are not so drunk and I might consider it.” She chuckled when he asked that silly question and she could not help but shake her head. It was not the first proposal she had by a drunk and she was sure it was not going to be the last. It was just another highlight on her day and it added amusement into her life. Fallon just took it all with a pinch of salt and moved on in amusement. This was part of the job and even though she was not actually at work, she felt often that she was always on duty because she could never walk by if someone was hurt, maybe it was just the way she was. “That it may but I very much prefer Fallon Reynolds.” She grinned and just went along with it all.
“Somewhat, you will sober up slightly but not fully, it just lets me sort out your head wound without so much bleeding caused by the amount of alcohol you have consumed. Sadly it won’t help you with the hangover you will experience in the morning.” Fallon spoke to him as she watched him drink it. It seemed like he was trying to escape the reality of what was happening in the world and she would be as well if she did not have to worry about her job every other day when she had to work. If she had to get married, then she was not giving up her job she didn’t care who her future husband one, she had worked to damn hard to just give it all up because the ministry had messed up everyone’s lives.
“Right stay still this might hurt a bit and at least I can start to understand you now you are sobering up.” Fallon told him as she pressed some water against the wound to clean around it so she could get a good view at the damage. “Not as deep as it looks, that’s good it can be healed with a spell.” She muttered a bit as she cleaned the last of the blood around it and took one final look at it. “You still with me there?” She asked him as she pulled out her wand from the inside of her boot, it was a handy place to keep it and remember where it was. Fallon tapped her wand against her hand for a moment and then started the complicated healing spell that would help the process along. Carefully she watched as the wound started to stitch itself together slowly.
She did one final check over it and nodded with satisfaction that it had closed the way it should. Fallon put her wand back into her boot and then sat down in the chair nearby the bed just to make sure he was alright. "So much for my day off huh?" Fallon grinned a little at him.
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Post by Tiberius Nott on Sept 9, 2012 0:00:31 GMT 10
Tye laughed. She couldn't be serious. Nott suited her far better Reyblahblahwhateveritwas. It was his name! She should be begging to take his name, any other woman would. Heck his mother had rallied up women who were lining up to be apart of his family. Rich and pureblooded, what more did a woman want? Finding someone to marry wasn't going to be hard at all for Tye, what was going to be hard was finding someone that he wanted to marry and that didn't annoy the heck out of him. Fallon was just the right amount of feisty he liked in a woman and she was beautiful as well.
Tye grinned. She was good. Smart and feisty, how brilliant and a healer to boot. He'd gotten into a few scrapes in his life time, mainly because of his double life as a death eater, and having a healer to go home to every night? It was just what he needed.
"Since you're taking away the effect's of the alcohol a little can't ya give me a little summin' for the morning? Stop the hangover a little?" He asked, if she was taking away part of his buzz it wasn't fair that he still had to suffer the agony of a hangover. On the plus side he was still intoxicated enough to not feel her playing about with the wound on his head.
"Of course I am, Angel. I'll be with you forever and always if you agree to marry me." He said with a cocky smirk. He as catching more of the conversation that was going on. He still wasn't all that aware of what was actually going on but he could follow the path of communication well enough to pass as tipsy more so than drunk.
Tye watched as Fallon walked around and sat on a chair near by the bed he was on. She had a neat smile. So perfect and symmetrical. "How 'bout I make it up to you then love, how about dinner some time?" He had ruined her day off and should make it up to her some how and a date would be in his best interest and hopefully make up for tonight.
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Post by Fallon Reynolds on Sept 23, 2012 11:49:49 GMT 10
“You don’t ask for much do you?” She shook her head smiling as she once more got up and pulled out a vial that would cure his hangover in the morning before moving back to the chair and handing it over to him. “There now you might just stop demanding things.” Fallon chuckled taking the seat once more neat the bed. It was nice to have banter and a laugh every now again, it was a good way to relax and simply enjoy the simple things this life had to offer. The law had changed everything but she could still laugh.
Fallon found herself raising an eyebrow slightly at the question of a possible date. This man must have hit his head hard if he had not noticed the she was not a pureblooded witch. It was amusing because of course from the surname Nott she knew that he was a pureblood wizard. “First a marriage proposal and then a date, I think you are going backwards kind Sir.” She grinned as she spoke to him chuckling just a little because it was amusing. “I suppose if you remember any of this, you can owl me with details of a date, you never know you may be the one the ministry sets me up with.” Teasing once more with just a hint of flirting.
She was not on duty officially so she was not going to be in much trouble and anyway it was just a bit of harmless fun that would not result in anything after all she was just Fallon a muggleborns witch. “Now are you going to play nice and stop flirting with me?” She raises an eyebrow at him, crossing her legs a slight smirk resting on her lips as almost as if she was challenging him. Of course she was, she was the type to tease somebody sometimes, though not often. Fallon had never been the most confident person and it had taken her years to be able to this and flirt with a person she had never met before. Even if it was one she had helped to stop from bleeding out to death, it was part of an adventure.
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