GRAVITY [M]

[Sebastian Havisham]

This thread is rated M for strong language and violence.

GRAVITY WANTS TO
BRING ME DOWN

The air was filled with a thick haze of smoke, so much so that you couldn't see through it. Sebastian Havisham had his shirt off, his muscles were coated in sweat and his face already sported a black bruise across his left cheek. The man in front of him was no joke - a monster of a guy with a clear temper. Sebastian huffed a breath, and it seemed within a blink of an eye his opponent was on top of his, a hard knuckle fist crunching into his ribcage. Adrenaline kicking in, but alcohol besting the skill he normally had, Sebastian rolled the man over and threw a deft punch towards his shoulder. The man greeted him with another blow to the rib, and Sebastian felt himself falling, wincing. The dark haired brute held him down and in his effort to pull away, Sebastian felt his shoulder rip, the skin pulling away from his muscles. There was no doubt in his mind that this would hurt once the scotch wore off.



Sebastian went to fights in the Hog's Head basement often, and was well equipped with knowledge of how to win a fight. He generally won any wrestling match he entered. But tonight he was off. He hadn't visited the Hog's Head in two and a half weeks. Sebastian, a notorious partygoer and people person, was trying to turn over a new leaf, and that meant foregoing his usual ventures at the Hog's Head to work. So, Sebastian had been working. He spent nights at work until all hours of the evening, he took more jobs than anyone should, and he kissed the right asses. But, after two weeks of no fun, Sebastian subjected himself to this. He was too weak, too tired, and too drunk to make a good fight. But, he was caught in one.



An hour later, he was tossed on to the street. He had a bruise across his face, blood in his hair, a giant purple gash across his left shoulder which was outlined in blue, one or two broken ribs, and scratches in various and sundry places. Never having been in this much pain, the twenty-four year old lost any semblance of the gentleman that he used to be. "Bloody fuck!" His voice cut the air, loud against a quiet night sky. He stumbled forward. There was no apparating home nor charming his wounds to heal due to the fact that his wand was lying in three pieces at the bottom of his pants pocket. He had escaped the pub with his pants and a bloodied shirt, though his plum coat that smelled strangely of library books was nowhere to be found. Another loss, in his mind.



There was snow on the ground, but the heat of pain and drink made Sebastian numb to it. He breathed inwardly, closing his eyes for a minute he reminded himself all he had to do was get home. With that one mantra running on repeat through his head, he plodded awkwardly down the cobblestones, breath heavy. This was terrible luck.

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[Laurence Potter]

you're here to win, friend

Through the tall, periodically placed windows of his home, Laurence had caught sight of what could only be described as a winter wonderland in place of the usual dull, village streets he had come to expect. Snowflakes danced in the breeze and already a thick carpet of snow coated almost every inch of available surface in Hogsmeade, regularly replacing the slush churned up by the boots of numerous wizards with further smooth, unmarked contours. The small boy that had yet to mature inside of him had delighted at the sight. Over a somewhat lonely dinner, Laurence had gazed quite wistfully through the window panes at the festive scene behind the glass, watching the crystalline shapes gather in clusters in the corners of the window frames.

And so here he was, strolling somewhat amiably through the flurry of snowflakes, his hands plunged deep into his pockets in lieu of a pair of gloves. In his rush to leave the house before the house elves could convince him otherwise (those little blighters could be awfully convincing when it suited them), Laurence had foregone any appropriate winter-wear, except for perhaps his cloak, the material of which continued to be tugged even more tightly around his solid frame. It was reasonably late, but so much so that the streets were deserted. The high street was still humming gently with activity, though Laurence noted that the other figures on the street began to thin out somewhat as he progressed. Indeed, with the wind picking up and his childish desire somewhat sated, he himself was entertaining second thoughts of such an excursion. Potter paused and made to turn around when he noticed a familiar figure lumbering his way closer.

"Mr. Havisham," He greeted, bowing his head in greeting. Although not typically close with the other wizard, Laurence recalled him from a meeting or two in the common room when he had been a school boy and then again at various intervals at work. He would not have necessarily considered him a friend, at least not at that moment, but nevertheless, they were reasonably well acquainted. "Forgive me for saying so, but I do believe you appeared to have seen better days. Might I offer some assistance?"

His voice, fortunately, did not betray the small trace of uncertainty that tugged at his gut. Healing magic had never particularly been his forte, but Laurence supposed he could do a damn sight better than what Sebastian seemed to be at that moment. He had noted the apparent difficulty with which he progressed down the cobbled street almost immediately, but refrained from commenting any further. This was quite the divergence form what he had been anticipating.

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[Sebastian Havisham]

This thread is rated M for strong language and violence.

GRAVITY WANTS TO
BRING ME DOWN

It was an embarrassing thing to be discovered by a man younger than you, drunk off your butt and quite injured to say the least. Laurence Potter and Sebastian hadn't been close friends, but they knew one another, and that might it even more awkward. Sebastian was a generally outgoing, personable person. He was known to most people for his charisma, lightness of heart, and good sensibilities towards others. He was also know as a bit of a trouble maker, but only in the most good natured of ways. During his days at Hogwarts, Sebastian was know for his love of parties and and athleticism. Most people didn't really consider his intellectuality, but that had certainly changed since his graduation he his serious commitment to rising in level at the MoM, which was hard to do. He was currently a translator there.



There was a crinkled, pasted together letter in Sebastian's back pocket from one Violet Ollivander making it known to him her new courtship of Cage Wakefield. It was more painful to learn that the girl you fancied was off with your best friend than it was to be in the frigid cold with broken ribs and cuts all over. Sebastian had first ripped the letter up. Then, realizing the immaturity of his action, had pasted it crudely back together (he often had the habit of forgetting that magic could get such things done for him). Days later, he was still feeling the sting of the redhaired beauty's words, though they were full of as much good intent as they could be, and perhaps that was what had caused him to work himself into the ground - to forget her, if that was possible.



When Laurence found him he half wanted to bow his head in shame, and half wanted to praise the younger man. It was times like these when Sebastian was glad they were wizards, for it meant that they would have less recuperation if the healer was especially good. Sebastian knew quite well that Laurence wasn't a healer, but anything at this point was better than how he currently felt. Sucking up his pain, he looked at the man with the best smile he could muster. Sebastian always smiled. Even when he was the saddest bloke in Hogsmeade his lips were turned upward. "Good evening Mister Potter," Sebastian said. He was very good about holding his liquor, and at least being polite in front of others. His obscenities were reserved for the night and for his closest of friends. But oh the words he'd say right now if he were alone. "That would be very much appreciated, sir... I seem to have gotten myself into a scuffle," he admitted meekly.



Right about now, Sebastian would put his trust in anyone to help him. He felt incredibly vulnerable, and it was not a nice feeling to have. Sebastian was quite addicted to being self-sufficient.

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