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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 19:36:15 GMT
Nathan clicked his tongue amusedly against the back of his teeth as he approached Owens Manor. It looked just the same as it always had. Too big for it's own good.
He rolled his eyes as he leant his shoulder casually on the door bell.
He'd heard both Charlie and Jack were staying here, so that meant he had to visit them, and then MJ and he could safely say he'd done his bit with the checking up on the family and disappear for a few more months without having to make contact and not feel guilty about it as he usually did. As he'd been doing on and off for the past few years since he'd left Hogwarts.
But to family was important, it was built into the DNA of the whole of his family that the most important thing you'll ever have was family, so he couldn't just abandon them.
A slight grin was playing across his lips. He could try and deny it to himself, but he knew it'd be pointless. He was in fact, looking forward to seeing his younger cousins again, even if only a little bit.
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 19:40:25 GMT
Jack groaned from the couch, hearing the bell ring,"Oi! Runt! Get the door!"
He waited, and there was no response or smart ass remark.
Jack grumbles under his breath, getting up and heading towards the door,
"Gerroff the bloody bell or I'll shove it up your ass." He grumbles pulling open the door.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 19:42:03 GMT
After the door not being opened fast enough, Nathan carried on leaning on the bell, but now breaking up the consistent and irritating steady chime by pounding his fist on the door at regular intervals.
"Come on! I don't have all bloody day!" He roared over the racket he was making, then grins as the door opens, "Lo JackJack."
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 19:45:23 GMT
"I say gerroff the bell or it's going up your ass!" Jack yells slightly, rubbing his head, which was still pounding from the night before.
"Lo Natty," He mumbles glancing at the person then doing a double take, grin breaking out across his face.
"Nathan you son-of-a-bitch."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 19:47:03 GMT
A similar grin breaks out across Nathan's the face, "The one and only."
Then a small smirk tugs at his lips as he slowly and deliberately leans on the doorbell briefly again, "You don't like me doing this? Why not?"
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 19:52:25 GMT
"Your an ass Nathan." Jack grins pulling him into a brotherly hug.
Then shoves him off as he starts ringing the bell,"Knock it off you prick, does the word 'hangover' mean nothing?"
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 19:56:09 GMT
He chuckles, hugging him tightly back, "I know."
"Hangover...hangover..." He smirks, ringing the doorbell a few more times, "Ooookay, I'm done with that now. Got it out my system...how have you been?"
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 19:58:04 GMT
"I hate you, ought to feed you to the squid." He chuckles, then glares at him.
"Twat, been okay. Been in Romania the past three years, and look," He rolls up his sleeves showing him the now faded spots,"Had dragon pox."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:00:47 GMT
"Ah, you don't have the balls you onion," He grins, folding his arms across his chest and drawing himself to his full height which was only a little taller than Jack now. He liked it better when they'd been younger and the years difference between them had meant he were a lot taller than his cousin, but now it didn't mean as much at all.
"Romania, eh?" He says, although it was a rhetorical question, then takes hold of his arms and turns it up to the light, laughing at the faded marks, "Dragon Pox...Smooooooooth, JackJack."
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:06:26 GMT
"Damn you, you know me too well." He chuckles, then grins slightly standing straight so he was eye to eye with his cousin.
"Not so tall are you now Natty?" He smirks slightly.
"Yeah, had to get away from Danny and Destiny, yeah shut up. No one told me teasing dragons was illegal."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:11:21 GMT
"Fuck damnit," He mutters, tangling a hand in his hair sheepishly, "Shrink a bit."
He grinned and rolled his eyes, "No one should have to tell you. I mean I know there's this thing that eludes you completely but most people have it, called common sense. The phrase ring a bell?"
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:14:23 GMT
"Never." He smirks sticking his tongue out at him.
"Nope sorry, never heard of it." He grins innocently.
"So how long you staying for now you bastard?"
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:18:16 GMT
"Git," He muttered, shooting him a glare which was somewhat ruined by the grin tugging at his lips.
"Didn't think you had." He laughed.
"How long? Ugh...longer than usual. You know what those fuckbags at the ministry have done? Given me a fucking desk job. Apparently my field work is good, but as I've been traipsing all over the place on their behalf for so long they decided to try out my different skills or something. i.e, I've been made redundant but they are trying to make it nicer for me by still giving me a pay check."
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:21:28 GMT
"Right back at you." He smirks,"Oi, show some respect twat." He laughs smacking him in the back of the head.
"Well, least you'll be around for a bit, god knows we're going to need your help." Jack mutters, eyes finding the floor,"Maddie..Maddie tried to kill herself last week." He says quietly.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:23:11 GMT
"You should be respecting your elders bellend so don't give me that one!" He laughed.
Then the laughter dies in his throat and he half chokes before saying in a half-strangled way, "No she didn't."
He refused to believe his cousin would do that. Not MJ.
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:27:59 GMT
"Elders? Your older by three months, prat." He laughs then stops.
"Yeah, she did." He says quietly,"Brought her into Mungo's. Herion overdose. She was covered in bruises." He says quietly, eyes stinging slightly.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:32:03 GMT
He remained quiet for a long time, and then pushed past him into the house. Taking his time, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up more so he wouldn't have to look at him. Giving his eyes a chance to water before recovering before taking a breath and looking back at Jack.
"Why?" Even if he was slightly worried by the hollow and harsh quality his voice had adopted as a defence mechanism.
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:34:56 GMT
Jack closes the door behind him, shrugging slightly,"We don't know. She's not telling us. Charlie thought it had something to do with her boyfriend, but I confronted him and he nearly fell apart when I told him. So I'm guessing it's not him." He says quietly, heading back over to the couch.
"I'm gonna talk to her about it later when she gets back from her walk with Charlie, he's trying to get her to talk to him."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:37:06 GMT
"Boyfriend?" He asked sharply, mind whirring.
He didn't blame Charlie, it'd seem like a natural response to blame the boyfriend.
"He could be a good actor. I'm with Charlie." He decided after a moment.
Then his tone softened slightly, "How's she holding up now?"
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:42:59 GMT
"Yeah, boyfriend. Ian Hunt, Christopher Hunt is what you'll know him as. Remember the Hunt kid Aunt Abby and Unle Tom always took Maddie to play with? That's him." He says, sitting on the edge of the couch.
"I still say it's not him, he really loves her Nate. It's not like one of those teen romances, th-this is the real deal." He says clasping his hands in his lap.
"She says she's better but she's not. She's been staying here for the past couple of days, she's not eating Nate. And last night me and Charlie had to shake her awake she was screaming so loud. Her nightmares are back, and she's not telling us what they're about."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:46:56 GMT
"Oh, Hunt...I remember Hunt. Creepy," He snorted, falling backwards onto the couch, "Oh no, that was his brother. The really creepy one. Both kind of creepy though. Real deal, love..." He rolled his eyes, "They're what? 17? True love at 17...not fucking likely."
From what he could remember, of the Hunt family, he was still most definitely siding with Charlie although he didn't say this out loud.
"Can I talk to her?" He asked after a moment, "When she gets back...can I try and talk to her?"
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:51:10 GMT
"Yeah, Scott's little cousins, that's them..er him." Jack laughs slightly.
"I'm not saying it's true love Nate, it's just...it's strong man. Real strong. And they've been through a lot these past couple months, they lost a baby a couple of months ago, I think that's what made her do what she did but she says its not that and that they didn't want it in the first place." He sighs running a hand through his hair,"Yeah sure. Go right ahead, maybe you'll get through to her, good luck though mate. Even Charlie couldn't get her to talk, and he's like her twin."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 20:54:49 GMT
"Scott the biggest twat ever to walk the earth," He snorted and rolled his eyes, "I think I'm siding with Charlie on his general hatred of everyone who bears the Hunt name. Scott's a dick and the other two are creepy."
"Whatever. They're probably just hormonal," He mumbled, then looked up, "Lost a baby? Ooh fuck, that's harsh."
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 29, 2007 20:57:28 GMT
"Oi, come on now Nate. He's my best mate, don't talk about him like that."
"God, don't say that infront of Charlie, still can't get over the fact she's not an 'innocent little girl anymore' Even though she stopped being innocent at the age of 14." He laughs weakly.
"Yeah, they were expecting, it was a miscarriage though."
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 29, 2007 21:00:46 GMT
He shrugged, "Fine, shutting up."
"Charlie-doodle is a hypocrite then," he chuckled weakly, "That's pretty fuck awful."
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 30, 2007 2:57:01 GMT
"Yeah, I know he is, he just loves her a lot, god knows they have that werid bond thing." He forces a slight smile,"Yeah, they took it pretty hard, even if they won't admit it,"
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 30, 2007 10:58:50 GMT
"Man," He tangled his hand in his hair again, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth.
If he'd known all this shit was going on at home, he would have come home sooner, or not bothered at all. He'd like to think it would have been the first one.
"Tell me something good that's happened since I've been away."
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Post by Jack Tucker on Sept 30, 2007 16:54:05 GMT
"Well the baby was suppose to be happy news, guess it's not anymore." Jack mumbles, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette, sticking it into the corner of his mouth.
"Well let's see, what's good..what's good." He stops, trying to think of something to tell his cousin.
Maddie had gotten promoted, that wasn't good, but it just added on to her stress, so that was out.
Charlie was still sulky about losing his family so nothing good there.
"I got nothing." He finally says.
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Post by Nathan Dawson on Oct 1, 2007 15:28:13 GMT
"Oi," Nathan reached across, yanking the cigarette out of his cousins mouth and sticking it in his own, rummaging in his pocket for a lighter and lighting up, "Smoking's bad for you," He mumbled around the cigarette, as he slid his lighter back into his pocket.
"Yeah, well life sucks. Gotta get over it, I guess," He muttered, blowing smoke in his cousins face just for the hell of it.
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Post by Jack Tucker on Oct 2, 2007 1:33:20 GMT
"You bloody hypocrite." Jack laughs as Nathan grabs the cigarette from his mouth.
"Bastard, I don't even smoke those." He mutters waving his hand back and forth in front of his face to clear the air as Nathan breaths smoke into his face,"You'd better put that out, you know how MJ and Charlie are about smoking, they'll skin you alive if they catch you." Jack warns leaning against the couch propping his feet onto the table.
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