anywhere but here | kristine

[rhys alexander greyback]

tell me lies

soothe my soul

January 30, 2029
kristine finch

Merlin, if this wasn’t the hangover that made Rhys grateful, he was due to be in St. Mungo’s that day. Rhys would likely keel over while sitting in the waiting room, and at least Healers were in the general area. They specialized in psychiatry, but they’d still keep him alive, right? The waiting room was quiet, with hardly anyone but Rhys there. This made him feel self-conscious. Rhys’s general anxiety and restlessness left him fidgeting constantly despite the urge to simply lean his head on his hand and perhaps nap for a few minutes until his name was called.

Once again, Rhys had forgotten to take his Aware Wolf doses. Time wasn’t real when you weren’t completely sober. Fortunately, his phone and a text from Sarah reminded Rhys that the full moon was approaching. So, he took his bottle of whatever he was drinking and took residence in the werewolf hotel for the night. His body hurt from the transformation and the hangover. His skull throbbed, and the low buzz from the fluorescent lighting threatened to drive him mad. It was torturous, really. And to top it off, Rhys was starving. The only time slot St. Mungo’s had that wasn’t six weeks out was a morning appointment as if this whole charade couldn’t get any worse.

The bank forced Rhys here so he could keep his job and seniority. Plus, his lawyer also pushed him here as Rhys tried to figure out his next steps toward fighting Sage’s attempts to keep him away from his daughter. The thought always angered him, which didn’t help his headache. The hangover potion he’d bought from the shop wasn’t doing a thing either. Now, if he could just get this over with. What would he have to do? Explain his side to the Healer and have her sign some paperwork? Seemed easy enough.

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[kristine finch]

Kris started her day by stepping in a large mound of chuddy on the sidewalk on her walk to work. Her new Docs were compromised but not destroyed. It was more embarrassing that she didn't notice and a kind samaritan informed her of the unfortunate situation. That wasn't enough to ruin her day though. Especially after she scarfed down an iced coffee and flakey croissant as a form of emotional therapy.

One thing Kris loved about her job was that every day was different. Most days she didn't know what to expect, which she enjoyed about her profession. This morning she was designated to speak with a troubled fellow and sign off on his paperwork involving occupational and legal matters. Rhys Greyback. Greyback. She recognized that name but wasn't sure why.

A clipboard floated beside Kris as she entered the empty waiting room, she reached for the clipboard to read a name on the thick file. "Rhys Greyback?" she called out in an authoritative tone as her eyes searched the room, offering him a quick but warm smile and nod. "G'day. Follow me this way please.." she stated as she started down the long hallway and stopped in front of the door of one of the private exam rooms with a squeak of her shoes as she turned to face the door.

Kris held open the door, a faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air as the man passed her. "Hi, I'm Kris Finch." she introduced herself before taking a seat in an arm chair, gesturing with a calm gesture for him to take a seat. These moments were always a little awkward because she wasn't quite sure what kind of day her patient was having.

"Please take a seat wherever you're comfortable." There was a second arm chair and an exam table, not many other places to be comfortable, but she always tried to be courteous. "Can you explain to me why you're here today?" she asked him kindly.


rhys alexander greyback

[rhys alexander greyback]

tell me lies

soothe my soul

January 30, 2029
kristine finch

Thankfully, his name was called. However, it felt unnecessary as he was the only person in the waiting room. The Healer seemed young and familiar, but faces often felt familiar to Rhys as he traveled frequently. For now, he kept quiet as he followed her down the hall. Other healers passed them but paid them no attention. And there wasn’t a sound from any of the different rooms. It wasn’t what Rhys was accustomed to from St. Mungo’s. The other floors were far busier and noisier. It was unsettling.

She held the door open, and he walked into an office of sorts, where he took a seat. At least she saved him the trouble of small talk. Rhys had never done one of these appointments before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. Or what did this person know? Wouldn’t some paperwork have been sent her way? Who knows. Rhys cleared his throat, looking around at his strange new surroundings. ”Work says I have to be.” It was the truth. ”Or they won’t let me go back.” It was perfect, really. Especially with everything else Sage was putting him through.

Quickly feeling frustrated, Rhys slumped a little in the chair. It was more comfortable, considering he was tall compared to everybody else. With arms crossed, one of his knees lightly bounced up and down as his fidgeting grew. With a heavy sigh, Rhys continued because it wasn’t a miracle that Gringotts had gotten him to see a psychiatrist, but he was here to find leverage over Sage. ”And I need to work because of a…custody…thing.” Maybe scheduling an appointment the morning after a full moon was not the best idea. But the sooner Kris Finch signed his paperwork, the sooner he reached his goal.

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