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  1. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    Tuesday the 10th of April 1838 - in the evening - Phoenix' usual spot in the library It was always a strange occurrence to see any adult in Hogwarts that wasn't a teacher, but it was an even stranger occurrence to see an adult in the library, sitting on the table that Phoenix had claimed so often that other people started to avoid it, and being... well. His father. His actual father, who he had met once before. Yes, that was during a 'family vacation' where he was invited before Phoenix even realized that he was part of the family, but still, he wasn't very familiar with the man in question. Just familiar enough to be able to recognize him. "Sir," Phoenix greeted the man. "Were you... here for me?" He shifted the books in his arms around, a little uncomfortable, wondering if he was supposed to sit down or wait until Thurion Foulkes-Davenport did indeed acknowledge that he was here for Phoenix and hadn't randomly wandered in the library of Hogwarts, a school which he, as far as Phoenix knew, never had been in before, to sit at the exact same table that Phoenix always used. Okay, okay, Phoenix decided he had enough of a reason to sit down. Also, he decided not to let Mr Foulkes-Davenport knew that Phoenix usually sat on that side of the table. Private!
  2. [1837/1838] Turning raw

    Oh ja, Phoenix was het bijna vergeten, dat hij zo lang geleden al bijna in het meer was overleden en het Maxwell was geweest die hem destijds had gered. Wat raar, nu hij er bij na dacht, dat hij zo'n belangrijk punt van zijn leven bijna uit zijn geheugen liet verdwijnen! Hallo, hij was gered, door Maxwell! Waar waren die eindeloze fantasieën over dat Maxwell zijn armen nog een keer om Phoenix zou slaan? Dat hij hem ooit uit een brandend gebouw zou redden? ... Margaux, ik heb eindelijk Phoenix zijn type gevonden! "Oh nee, nee," schudde Phoenix zijn hoofd serieus, maar hij wist het niet helemaal zeker, hoor. Als Maxwell half naakt naast hem zou staan, hoe zou hij zich ooit kunnen concentreren op zoiets doms als zwemmen? "En ach, een protest verpest ook maar de sfeer, niet waar?" Hij haalde zijn schouders op. "Het moet wel leuk blijven." Vooral voor Max. Voor Max moest alles leuk zijn. Dus Phoenix trok zijn shirt maar uit en schopte zijn schoenen uit. "Kom je mee?" vroeg hij, uitdagend.
  3. [1838/1839][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    Phoenix oughtn't be surprised that Daniel knew of Mr Azure, but yet he somehow was. He lifted up his eyebrows before he even got a hold of himself and then subtly tried to lower them. Well, that at least cleared up some of the connection between Azure and the Foulkes-Davenports, if they knew him well enough because of that... Still strange that they hadn't just told Mr Azure that they wanted him to be Phoenix' guardian... Was it really that important that no one knew there was a connection between Phoenix and the Foulkes-Davenports? Now why was he suddenly feeling so disappointed? "I don't know," Phoenix sighed a little. "I don't think so, he doesn't really seem to know anything himself..." Which was strange for an auror, was it not? Such a secretive occasion... "But I doubt it'll be a Gothic novel." He shrugged. "Probably some old friend of the family that doesn't want his precious reputation to be ruined, so he's not letting anyone know." It wasn't really a lie, Phoenix tried to tell himself, but it still left a sour taste in his mouth that he quickly tried to wash away with a big sip of his drink. "What are your plans for the summer?" he asked. "Canada again?" Phoenix probably wouldn't be invited, it was obvious to him that his real father wanted him out of the way, but he couldn't really keep his curiosity in check.
  4. [1837/1838] Turning raw

    Ja, ja, als Max wilde dat Phoenix tot morgen wachtte, dan deed hij dat natuurlijk. Hij begon al driftig te knikken, was toen bang dat het iets te driftig was en hield zich toen maar bezig met afvragen hoe vaak je moest knikken per minuut om niet te overdrijven, maar een minuut knikken was natuurlijk een belachelijk concept. Hoe lang dan? Eén seconde? Twee? Drie? Oh, wow, Max raakte hem aan. Phoenix zijn hart sloeg een slag over en hij vergat spontaan even adem te halen terwijl Max hem meesleurde de gang in. "Oh wow," zei Phoenix, toen ze stil stonden en naar de gang keken, maar eerlijk gezegd was hij vooral bezig met Maxwell en niet met de gang. Het was een gang, oké? Ja, hij was ondergelopen en ja, er waren leerlingen in aan het zwemmen en een strandbal over aan het gooien (hoe kwamen ze daar nou weer aan), maar vooral... Max. Max. "Zullen we meezwemmen?" vroeg hij en hij hield Maxwell streng in de gaten, want zodra Max ja zei, zou Phoenix het water in springen. Nee, oké, hij zou zich wel eerst enigszins ontkleden. Hij viel bijna flauw bij de gedachte aan een Maxwell die zich ontkleedde.
  5. [1838/1839][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    Phoenix chuckled at Daniel's antics, a reaction so unfamiliar with himself that he stopped halfway and just stared in the distance for a moment. He couldn't remember the last time he chuckled at anything, but... well, it was Daniel. He didn't care much for attention, but if he had it, he would enjoy it too. Instead of Phoenix, who just felt the need to hide under the table whenever someone looked at him for more than a second. "Ah, he's alright, I think." Phoenix shrugged. "I didn't speak to him a lot, in all honesty..." He had spend most of the break in his own room, being waited on by floating trays and voices coming from the walls. Still slightly disturbing, what was wrong with an actual house-elf to talk to? Or a member of staff? Except those could die. Damnit. "He did warn me, though... About my benefactors." Their benefactors. It was a little confusing; Phoenix still hadn't exactly found out what the connection was between his father and Mr Azure. He hadn't really pried either... Locking yourself up in your room was excellent if you wanted to avoid all company, but not great if you wanted to discover any secrets. "Have you ever heard about him? Felix Azure? He's Canadian too."
  6. [1837/1838] I'm always in the wake of the hope

    Ja, waarschijnlijk zou hij er vast inderdaad wel snel eraan wennen, maar toch... in de periode dat hij er niet aan gewend was zou er van alles fout kunnen gaan en hij had er zo'n hekel aan om dingen fout te doen... Alsof het voor eeuwig in zijn hoofd bleef spoken en hem nooit los liet. Hij kon nog steeds plotseling denken aan iets dat hij op zijn zesde fout had gedaan en zich daar dan dood over schamen, al zou mogelijk niemand anders dat zich meer herinneren. Maar dat was altijd een raar idee, dat niemand anders zich zo druk maakte om de dingen die hij dacht dat belangrijk waren... Ingewikkeld, hoor. "Ja, vast wel," knikte hij maar toch, gewoon... omdat je dat hoorde te zeggen als iemand zijn best deed je gerust te stellen. "Komt wel goed, he!" Nogmaals. Hij grijnsde even naar Maxwell. "Oh ja, jij komt ook niet van mij af, hoor. Ik heb toch iemand nodig om bij te gaan zitten tijdens lunch en in de bibliotheek en zo!" Stel je voor dat alles alleen moest, aaah! Ja, hij zou vast wel wat vrienden maken en Daniel liep er ook nog rond, maar toch. "Hoewel ze ons vast in andere gebouwen zetten." Moeilijk, hoor. "De campus lijkt me zo groot... ben je er al eens geweest?"
  7. [1837/1838] Turning raw

    Goed hoor was in principe een goed antwoord, want het 'goed' betekende dat het niet direct slecht ging, maar de 'hoor' er zo achteraan geplakt liet duidelijk merken dat het niet het ultieme antwoord was. Goed hoor was een middelmatig antwoord, het soort antwoord dat je geeft als het een prima dag is, zo'n dag waarop je ook best je teen kunt stoten, en niet een dag waarop je in de wolken loopt omdat het zo fantastisch was en alles goed kwam, en dus verpestte die goed hoor wel even Phoenix zijn leven op dit moment. Hij zette zijn allergrootste 'het spijt me dat je leven zo'n stronthoop is' ogen op. "Met mij gaat het goed," knikte hij wel, want hij was bij Maxwell en dat betekende dat de zon op was gekomen. "Wow, echt?" vroeg hij, met grote ogen, alsof dit het belangrijkste nieuws was wat hij vandaag had kunnen horen. "Wat vreselijk, dat ze al die dingen niet voor elkaar konden krijgen." Phoenix fronste zijn wenkbrauwen en wierp een blik naar de deur toe. "Eigenlijk zouden we er wat aan moeten doen... in protest gaan..." Want hij wilde alles voor Maxwell oplossen op dit moment. "Je bent toch niet nat erdoor geworden, he?"
  8. [1837/1838] Turning raw

    Vrijdag 23 maart 1838 - 's avonds Op Zweinstein kon je eigenlijk niets vertrouwen, dus toen iemand hem een doos bonbons in de handen duwde had hij beter moeten weten en de bonbons weg moeten gooien, in plaats van ze opeten. Maar ja, soms maakte je nou eenmaal een fout en dus, plotseling, toen hij Maxwell in de ogen staarde nadat hij eindelijk aan was gekomen op de plek waar ze hadden afgesproken, maakte zijn hart een sprongetje. Phoenix en Maxwell waren al jaren vrienden geweest en in al die jaren had Phoenix nooit op zo'n manier over Maxwell nagedacht (of eigenlijk over iemand) maar plotseling, plotseling, was zijn vriend verdwenen en stond er in plaats daarvan iemand anders. Of eigenlijk precies dezelfde persoon, maar het was alsof alle wolken voor de zon weg waren getrokken en hij zijn ware prins had ontmoet. "Hey," zei Phoenix, en hij kon alleen maar staren. "Hoe gaat het?" Hij hoopte goed, want als Maxwell zich niet goed zou voelen, zou zijn hart breken. Privé!
  9. [1838/1839] Bezweringen Experiment Class - Around the clock

    Vijf uur maximaal terug kunnen reizen was... in alle eerlijkheid... wel een heftige teleurstelling. Misschien had Phoenix dat zelf wel kunnen uitzoeken, als hij een beetje research had gedaan, maar in alle eerlijkheid had hij zich een klein beetje spontaan opgegeven bij de les. Hij had gezien dat er een lijst hing om je op te geven, hij had zijn naam er dus neergeschreven en zoef, zo was hij hier terecht gekomen. Oké, hij had gewandeld, hoor, maar toch. Phoenix had natuurlijk genoeg redenen om terug in de tijd te reizen, maar vijf uur was... tja. Hij zag helemaal het nut er niet van, hoor, als het maar vijf uur was. Wat kon je doen in vijf uur? "Wat gebeurt er eigenlijk als we die grens van vijf uur over gaan?" vroeg hij, terwijl hij neerkeek op professor Johnson. "Voor de zekerheid, hoor, niet omdat ik dat direct van plan was..." Misschien werkte dat excuus beter als je het niet hardop zei.
  10. [1837/1838] I'm always in the wake of the hope

    Nou, oké, dan, Maxwell. Phoenix glimlachte een beetje ten teken van dat hij het onderwerp wel netjes liet vallen. Als Maxwell er geen zin in had om het hier uitgebreid over te hebben, dan zou Phoenix hem dat echt niet opdwingen. De universiteit kon ook best een lastig onderwerp zijn, sowieso het hele 'wat ga je na school doen' ding, dus... tja. Phoenix liet het wel liggen. "Genie zou ik niet zeggen," zei Phoenix met een klein lachje, maar hij was bloedrood geworden, zoals hij bijna van alle complimentjes werd. "Zo slim ben ik niet, hoor. Gewoon wel oké in leren." Want een complimentje kon hij niet accepteren, al hing zijn leven er vanaf. "Jawel, ik heb er wel zin in." Hij knikte een beetje, want het was ook heus wel zo, hoor. De universiteit leek hem interessant, spannend, al was het vooral omdat het nieuw was en nieuw was vaak goed. "Maar wel ehm... eng, denk ik. Ik ben al zo gewend aan Zweinstein..." Dat was een leugen, Phoenix was nergens aan gewend. "En het gaat wel raar zijn om jou niet elke les meer te zien, he."
  11. [1837/1838] I'm always in the wake of the hope

    Phoenix vertrok zijn gezicht, want Transfiguratie was nooit echt één van zijn sterke vakken geweest en zijn cijfers waren niet bepaald om over naar huis te schrijven. Nou ja, gezien zijn vader subtiel eiste dat hij alleen maar Uitmuntends haalde was geen van zijn cijfers om over naar huis te schrijven, maar Transfiguratie lag wel ergens een beetje onderaan te stapel. "Misschien een ander vak?" vroeg hij, een tikje beschaamd. "Eén eh... die ik daadwerkelijk snap?" Dat hielp wel bij het bijles geven, eigenlijk. "Oh ja, dat is best rot..." Hij vond het ook een rot idee, eigenlijk, dat Maxwell maar ergens binnen moest komen, in plaats van een studie kon kiezen die hij echt leuk vond. "Wil je wel studeren, dan? Niet dat ik vind dat je het niet moet doen," voegde hij er gehaast aan toe en hij werd ongemakkelijk rood, "maar straks zit je met een studie waar je ongelukkig van wordt... Is het dan niet meer een idee om te gaan werken en 's avonds... lessen te nemen ergens in? Wat je echt leuk vindt?" Als het kon... wist hij veel wat Maxwell wel of niet wilde. Ze hadden het nooit echt over dit soort dingen gehad.
  12. [1838/1839][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    "No, I'd assume not," Phoenix replied, a little darkly, but that suited him just fine right now. Sarcasm was rather a comfort if suddenly no one was going to punch you anymore for using it. "I guess they would've been fine with just sticking me in an orphanage..." He took a sip from drink and stared in the distance for a moment. "But I'm not... an orphan." He shrugged. "I think that's the most I can say about it." Though no one had specifically told him not to say things, but he had kept this secret for such a long time (well, a year or so?) that it felt strange to think of pushing those words 'you're my brother' beyond his lips. So he didn't. Sometimes, when he had the patience and the right mood for it, which was very rare, he wondered about the future of this arrangement. Would they support him in secret the rest of his life? Was he always supposed to be on the sidelines like this, connected, but never really there? And would they ever know? The cousins he had, that he never really talked to, the brother he had, the half-sisters... And were there more? He didn't know why he was surprised, but of course Daniel didn't read the papers. He was that sort of person, just sailed through life, expecting the world to follow in his footsteps. What was the point of reading the news if you were the news, the centre of the universe? "I suspect you're right," Phoenix smiled, a little bit. "My not-father religiously read the news, and look what happened to him." Ah yes, not reading the paper was going to prevent you from accidentally killing your maid, the mother of your son. "There's nothing much to tell, I think." He shrugged. "Even if it wasn't... painful to talk about." He wasn't certain that painful was the right word, it was more... numbing. If he thought about it, he mostly just wanted to lock himself up in his room until the feeling that he was going to drown faded away. "But I could do without the people staring," he sighed and glanced backwards at a group of teenagers, anxiously whispering among themselves, but shutting up when they saw him watching. "Do you think I should dye my hair? Maybe it'll help." Huh, strange to realize that a bad attempt at a joke didn't make him feel so unsettled anymore. Probably because he was unsettled.
  13. [1837/1838][EN]Devoid

    Bizarre and bizarrer still. Phoenix trailed after the auror, following him a little too close in his footsteps, probably, but he was exhausted and the house was maybe just a little too much for him. The realization that he was going to live here for the unforeseeable future, that this stranger would be his guardian, that not twenty-four hours ago he had simply dreaded returning home. And now here he was, standing in a new home, that didn't even seem to want to give him the time to get used to things. He was being bombarded with change. "It would be nice to actually have a chance to see the entire house before asked what I'd like to change," Phoenix snapped at the stationary, as useless as it was to fight with inanimate objects. They wouldn't even yell back, there wasn't much fun in that. He could yell at mr Azure, probably, the man seemed even kind enough to just allow it, but it wasn't... what he wanted. What he wanted was that none of this had ever happened. But then he wouldn't want to go back to that moment right before his mother intervened too, so... he seemed rather stuck. "Sorry," he muttered, mostly to the auror. "I'm not usually... like this." He wasn't usually much of anything. "Maybe it's a good idea to go to bed."
  14. [1838/1839][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    Phoenix knew that he had no right to expect anything from Daniel, just because they had been half-siblings didn't mean that Daniel knew about that, even if Phoenix was getting strangely involved with the Foulkes-Davenports, and even if Daniel did know, it still didn't mean that Phoenix still had any entitlement to Daniel's attention, and yet... And yet he felt a little lost and there didn't really seem to be anyone he could talk to who would understand. Or maybe he just wanted someone to shove some drinks into his hands so he could get drunk, but not alone for once. Maxwell was a wonderful friend, but Max always seemed to have more he didn't say than what he did say and there was just a nice little 'The world will do whatever I say' je nais se quoi about Daniel. "Oh." Phoenix couldn't help it, he made a bit of a face when he wasn't even through his first drink and Daniel was suddenly sincere. "Thanks, but... I'm covered." He eyed Daniel over his glass. "An auror picked me up after... well, after that and brought me to a house in Edinburgh. I'll be living with him during the breaks." And it was Daniel's father, also his, that had arranged everything, but since Daniel apparently still didn't know and Phoenix didn't know what he could or couldn't tell him... Didn't even know if he wanted to tell Daniel anything. It seemed like an awkward conversation to have. Even more awkward than 'Well, I heard your life got turned upside down, so let's drink.' "Do you want to know what happened?" Phoenix said, perhaps a little bit snarkier than he ought to be. "All the lovely details the newspapers missed out on..."
  15. [1837/1838][EN]Devoid

    Phoenix smiled, because a joke was made and he knew he had to smile, but the action felt stiff and uncomfortable and as soon as it was polite, or maybe even a tad too soon for that, he dropped the smile and instead stared down to his hands again. Somewhere it was a relief that he had clothes, and that auror Azure would be able to get his own stuff. It wasn't much, it was just clothes, but it was one less thing to think about. Going through the motions would be good for him, he imagined... "Oh," he said, a little shocked. "I don't know..." The offer was a nice one and one he knew he was supposed to take, but at the same time, taking a memory from that place felt wrong too. Like everything would be tainted anyway. All those pictures he drew, but that were never appreciated because they weren't good enough. The photos, where he never really looked happy at. A diary he had only filled one page in before he realized that he didn't want to read back on these memories... But still, he needed something to prove to himself that he had a childhood, even if he never looked at it again. "There's a photo-album, somewhere in my dad's... Mr Waterford's study. Bound in red leather, shoved somewhere on the bottom of the bookcase..." And what else... "And there's a box underneath my bed, all the way in the corner... Sorry you have to go through that trouble." But inside of the box he had some birthday presents he had gotten over the years, stuff he didn't want his parents to throw out. Gratefully he took the new glass of whiskey and sipped from it, while nodding at Azure. "Yes, that's a good idea." He was curious about this place, despite everything, but maybe mostly he just wanted to find something that belonged to his strange, real, family. The house seemed unlived in, but was it really so empty? So devoid of any kind of human touch over the years? "Let's explore the ground floor first..." He eyed the other door, thought about letting Azure as an auror go first, but then decided that was silly. If the house was dangerous, it would've attacked them before, right? And why even send them to a dangerous house in the first place, so he stiffled his nerves and opened the door. "Oh, it's a library," he said. And a proper one too, with floor to ceiling bookcases and a fire that immediately lit itself as they stepped into the room. Phoenix walked to the shelves. "The books are all pretty old..." As if they heard his comment, they started making space on the shelves and a box of brand new books, from what Phoenix could glance about a wide variety of subjects, flew in and started to unpack itself. "This is bizarre..." He decided to deal with it by taking another sip of whiskey.
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