Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 0:21:46 GMT
Ah... what was that spell again... I search the corners of my mind as I stare down a particularly troublesome spot of dirt. "Scourgify" I mutter... "Scourgify" I say again, more firmly this time.
Well, that's a bit better, I shrug, giving up with the wand work and picking up a rag.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 0:33:58 GMT
Hmm... quills. Quills and probably parchment.... Plus robes... no, I don't need those. Potion ingredients.... I mutter distractedly to myself in my head, tightly wound as usual by the crowd outside and thinking uncharitably that I rather hate Muggles at the moment, even though I know the crowd in Diagon Alley will affect me just as badly. Maybe I'll just sit here for a moment.... I think as I veer toward a table in the corner next to some woman wiping them off.
Yes, just for a mo-
All of a sudden my heart stops. So do my lungs. I find myself staring to the point where my eyes are not working and I have to blink to clear my vision.
Can't be....
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 0:51:07 GMT
"There we go..." I say to the newly cleaned table top, And now... off to more... and more cleaning, I sigh slightly. I look up to the next table and am caught mid-glance by a are-you-having-a-heart-attack face. "Sir? Sir? Are you alright?" I ask, peering at him worriedly and feeling somewhat frightened.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 0:53:57 GMT
I swallow hard, still staring, and back away a little.
She... she's a ghost. She's a frickin' ghost come to haunt me because I deserve it.
I sit down heavily in a chair and put my face in shaking hands.
"Do you want to be like her, you worthless piece of elf ears? Say the spell!"
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
Posts: 100
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 1:07:32 GMT
Okay so... why am I scared?
'Cause you turn around and there's a guy staring at you like you're the walking dead?
Oh get over it and go help him, will you...
"Sir... can you hear me?" I ask, taking a seat next to him and reaching out to touch his shoulder, but pulling away with an inch to go.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 1:11:35 GMT
"You're not real..." I mutter under my breath in almost a whimper, eyes squeezed shut as I shake my head. "I... I'm really sorry.... You're not real."
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
Posts: 100
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 1:27:53 GMT
"Excuse me?" I ask utterly confused, "Well... I've never heard that one before." I say trying to lighten things up.
I laugh humorlessly to myself Yeah... nice try.
"Er... are you sure you don't need anything? Some water? Some firewhiskey?" I ask, this time actually putting my hand on his shoulder, but just barely.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 1:35:18 GMT
I laugh hollowly, flinching only slightly as she puts her hand on my shoulder.
So she is real then.
"Corrupting your little brother, Trisha?" I ask in a strangely squeaky yet throaty voice that doesn't quite sound like mine. "You've heard much worse things, though," I add with another laugh, this one rather hysterical. "That you're real but not important... not a person...."
I can't look at her at all, memories of her screams playing through my head.... Memories of my own screams.... His voice....
I'm sorry! I want to scream at her, knowing I don't deserve to.
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
Posts: 100
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 2:47:38 GMT
Everything stops, I can't breathe, I can't see, I can't move. I'm just stuck there, in the rickety chair, trying to suck some air into my lungs. My vision shifts in and out of focus. I can't take anything in after 'little brother' and 'Trisha' which I only vaguely recognize as being my name. The air finally reaches my lungs and reality comes crashing in again, "Wh- What?" is all I can manage.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 3, 2007 2:51:04 GMT
I look over at her, swallowing hard as I realize that she's going though the same things I am.
And maybe even worse; you tortured her you fucker!
I swallow again and reach for her hand. "I... I'm sorry," I say in a low voice, leaning close. "It's Fitzy."
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
Posts: 100
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 7, 2007 19:11:36 GMT
I pull my hand away, staring at his like it's a rabid animal that could attack at any moment. My mind can't contain my thoughts any longer and they spill out of my mouth.
"Nonono... Fitzy? No... I left. I left! I'm gone. No brother. It can't... it can't..." I start gaping like a fish, mouthing to the air around me.
((LaurieLaur... you realize it looks like I'm talking to myself, right? Why are you always so lazy and unable to type things yourself?))
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 7, 2007 23:05:15 GMT
I watch my sister panic, feeling absolutely awful and not knowing how to fix it - her panicking, that is. I don't deserve to feel better and I know it.
I thought you were dead.
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
Posts: 100
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 10, 2007 4:33:03 GMT
I get myself under control, but can't look at him. I get back up and start wiping down the table again, staring at it so I don't have to look at him. Maybe when I finally look up again, he won't be there anymore.
((Wee! I'm typing your dictation again 'cause you're lazy... and half your conversations are with me, so that's just weird....))
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 11, 2007 21:26:39 GMT
I look up in surprise as she stands up and starts going through the motions of normalcy.
In denial? Should I tell her I'm still here or just let her get back to her life?
A part of me knows that she'll be traumatized no matter what, and that it's probably best for her to get past the denial. I sigh slightly and iron my forehead, wondering how best to break the news to her I'm real.
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Trisha Patricks
Squib
Can't we work it out? Can't we be a family? I promise I'll be better.
Posts: 100
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Post by Trisha Patricks on Oct 12, 2007 3:27:24 GMT
I continue to wipe down the tables, falling into a rhythm and relaxing so much that I glance up without meaning to, and quickly look back down again, trying to pretend I didn't see him. Pretty soon I've rubbed exactly the same spot about twenty times and haven't noticed.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Oct 25, 2007 16:38:37 GMT
I watch as Trisha wipes down exactly the same spot on a nearby table over and over again without noticing, and then I glance up at her face and its empty, glassy look. I sigh slowly. "Trisha..." I say, reaching out to stop her hand. She snatches it back, looking up at me with a haunted expression, then slowly backs away.
"Trisha, I'm so sorry," I say again, plaintively, but she shakes her head and practically flees from the room, up some stairs.
I close my eyes and sit back again, cursing myself.
Trisha, I never meant to, I swear it. I never would have done those things if they hadn't made me. You and I are alike.... I shake my head. Except that you are terrified, and I'm the one that did that.
I sit there for a very long time before I finally get up and walk back out into Muggle London, my errands forgotten.
((LaurieLaur... now I play the whole darn Patricks family because you can't be bothered to be Trisha. So now they can't have conversations 'cause it's silly. But I finished it just like you asked, so there you go. Go to sleep now, silly.))
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