Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2016 15:23:40 GMT -7
Zander hadn't gone to Saint Mungos with Andrew, Emily and Ranger.
He didn't apparate straight home, but went the long way and walked. He tried to blink back the images of his father falling into his arms... suddenly going cold. He shook his head, looking up towards the sky as if the stars could burn the picture out of his memory with their fire, but they were too far away. He didn't cry, though, as he walked. In fact, he was almost zombie like in his slow movements and had to remind himself to blink.
Soon, though, he did make it home and he stopped at the door. It was dark, he wasn't sure what time it was. He gently opened the door, trying not to make a sound as he did so.
What was he thinking? Was he really going to get married? And at eighteen? He knew he would, he wasn't even that surprised. He was sorry that it took this horrible night to make him realize how much he needed to do this. How much he wanted to, how much he really, really loved her.
He crossed into the living room, turning toward his guitar on the table with the new strings half on it, the old strings tossed to the side. It was dark in there, but he crossed to the couch anyway and sat down, picking up the instrument...