Marcus Flint (flinted) wrote in occultus,
@ 2012-01-30 11:50:00

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char: dominic montague, char: marcus flint

Who: Marcus Flint and Dominic Montague
What: Well, family stuff, it's likely to be awkward.
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Sunday 29th Jan (backdated)
Rating: Erm PG?
Status: Incomplete

Marcus wasn't fond of St. Mungo's. The last time he had been there; he'd had a punctured lung. This time as a visitor, he didn't feel much more at ease. Finding himself outside the building almost as soon as he'd read Min's last message, Flint pushed his way through the inevitable crowd in the waiting area and headed upstairs. Spell Damage didn't sound good. What could have happened to have his cousin up there? A million and one things seemed to flash through his mind, none of them good. Min had seemed healthy the last time Marcus had seen him, shouting at teammates as they'd blamed the 'fledgeling' for their defeat. Which lead him to think that it was a family member, either his Aunt or Uncle, that was sick.

Arriving at the correct ward, he paused outside the half closed door and lightly tapped on it before peering round into the room. Dominic and Aunt Acacia were beside the bed.... it was his Uncle who was ill. His Mother's only brother.

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montastic
2012-01-30 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Dominic Montague hated hospitals. The last time he had spent any great length of time in one was after he had splinched himself internally several different times trying to escape the cupboard he was shoved in during his final year. Hospitals brought back painful memories of potions and reknitting organs - not pleasent experience in the slightest.

Now his Dad was sick - drifting in and out of conciousness and acting more frail than he should at his age. The Healers had suspected he had been poisoned but they found nothing and now they were under the impression he was cursed, which is why they had been moved to the Spell Damaged Ward. Dominic didn't understand half the Healer talk when they hummed and aahhed over his father but if his mother's reaction was anything to go by it looked grim.

The mysterious illness had been coming and going for the last few months, it was the main reason why Dominic had come home. His father looked to be recovering - especially over Christmas - and then last Wednesday he took a turn for the worse and was placed in St. Mungo's where they just seemed to be shifting him from ward to ward.

Dominic's mother had told him to go and play Quidditch, to distract himself and keep the public unaware of anything wrong in the Montague household. So, like a good boy, Dominic did as he was told... and ended up playing the worst game of his career. Top it all off, the other players knew he had been the weak link out on the field too. Dominic had snapped at them - he had never been good at curbing his temper - and then left the stadium in a huff. He felt trapped because he couldn't tell anyone what was going on.

Montagues were never to appear weak - his father used to always say. As soon as you show weakness to your enemies, they'll use it against you.

However, Dominic knew he had to tell someone about his father or he'd crack - even more so than he already was. When his cousin asked him if something was wrong, Dominic tried to pretend he was okay but after being called a mule he knew he had to tell Marcus. Marcus was family and deserved to know. So Dominic told him where he was and then shut his journal - knowing Marcus would turn up if he was curious enough.

At the light tap at the door, Acacia Montague startled a bit and looked up at her nephew. Her eyes calculating, as if judging whether Marcus was worthy to be there. After a few short moments, she looked to the third chair in the room near her son and then back to her husband - silently telling Marcus he could stay.

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flinted
2012-02-03 06:15 pm UTC (link)

Marcus waited in the doorway for permission to move into the room; he knew their family wasn't the closest. So there would be no warm greeting, or even words at all. At his Aunt's glance, he silently moved to the free chair, making sure to close the door behind him. His Uncle looked frail, lying there in the narrow bed. Aunt Acacia looked drawn, as if her husband's illness was slowly making her sick too.

Marcus' attention went to his cousin next, Min hadn't spoken, which wasn't altogether surprising. Conversations between the two weren't lengthy, but they had been getting better since Dominic had returned from Australia. Now though, Marcus wished he could be a little more like the man he was currently seeing. George would know what to say, no doubt, to comfort a family member in need. But Marcus was at a loss.

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montastic
2012-02-04 03:34 am UTC (link)

Feeling eyes on him Dominic looked across to his cousin, the awkward silence in the air was thick. His thought process seemed clear on his face for once, too tired to put up the mask of emotionlessness he usually hide behind. Sighing heavily, Dominic pushed himself to the edge of his seat, moving to get up.

"Graham, where are you going?" Acacia looked up at her son, a slight confusion on her face.

"It's Dominic," Dominic replied, an automatic reaction he had since he could talk and knew his own name whenever his mother called him Graham. "Tea room." He continued shortly before pushing himself out of the chair and turning toward Marcus. "Come on, Skip. Let's get out of here."

He moved toward the door of the room, not really caring if Marcus followed or not. Dominic just wanted to get out of there - away from the awkward silence. It was like they were just waiting for his father to keel over. It was utterly despressing.

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flinted
2012-02-04 03:10 pm UTC (link)

He could see Min was uncomfortable sitting there and he was about to suggest leaving, on the pretense of getting something to eat and drink, when his cousin stood. It seemed like Dominic had the same idea. Glancing at his Aunt quickly, he nodded before following his cousin from the room.

Once out of earshot as the door closed behind them he turned to Min. 'How long has he been like this?' Marcus knew they weren't exactly the closest of families; but he'd have thought something like this would have been reason to talk sooner. He could see the effect his Uncle's illness was having on Min, not just on the Quidditch pitch, but off it too. Dominic looked as if he hadn't slept in a while.

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montastic
2012-02-13 05:23 pm UTC (link)

The question caused Dominic to hesitate, clearly not used to discussing such topics. "Last Wednesday one of the House Elves found him unconcious in his study." He tried to sound detatched, not so he appeared that he didn't care but so he could pretend it was happening to someone else.

Dominic sighed and ran a hand through his hair - it was longer than he normally kept it but he couldn't bring himself to be bothered to cut it. It was time to come clean as to why he really returned home.

"Dad's been sick since before I came home." He confessed, feeling awkward and not able to make eye contact with his cousin. "He got better over Christmas so we just thought he was run down from working too hard. But now..." Dominic trailed off, knowing Skip would get the idea.

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