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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 20:43:14 GMT
With a sigh, I apparate from Hogsmeade to home.
I hadn't been here for 6 years.
But it was about time.
I owed it to Rowan at least.
My adopted brother.
I knock on the door, for it to be opened by a house elf.
For which I was grateful so I didn't have to speak to my adopted father or mother.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 10:04:40 GMT
I jog down the stairs, whistleing tunelessly to myself, to hear the door being opened by a house elf.
"If you're selling something, we're not interested!" I yell, then carry on whistleing.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 10:59:48 GMT
"Rowan-..." I mutter to myself.
"You'd like to see Master Hunt?" The house elf says, then without waiting for an answer turns and shouts into the house, "Master Hunt! There is someone here to see you!"
"No, shush..." I beg, although it's too late.
I wasn't quite ready to see him just yet.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 11:12:03 GMT
"Tell them to piss off!" I yell from the kitchen, where I was looking through cupboards for food.
"But-...it's your brother, Master Hunt!" Comes the shouted reply.
I drop what I was holding.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 11:20:50 GMT
I heard something drop on the floor and smash.
Okay time to go.
"Thanks for your time." I mutter to the house elf, and then turn and walk very quickly away.
Doing what I was good at.
Running.
Fleeing.
Being a coward.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 12:36:24 GMT
I run to the front of the house again and skid into the street to see someone running away.
He was already half-way down the street.
"Ian?" I call after him, hardly daring to believe it was him. "Ian? Is that you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 14:00:51 GMT
I hear him behind me, but don't turn, just carry on running.
When I get to the end of the street, I risk a look back, then apparate away again.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:56:23 GMT
"Ian-..." I say, having recognised him from the split second he turned around to look at me, but then seeing him apparate.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:18:47 GMT
I throw myself down an alley way wherever it was I apparated to, breathing hard, lighting up a cigarette again, breathing out smoke shakily.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:34:47 GMT
"Coward!" I yell after him, even though he couldn't hear me. "Mother fucking son of a bitch coward!"
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