noah n. boot (supernoah) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-01-31 14:44:00

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Noah was sure he'd be strangled if one of his siblings found out he'd taken up smoking. Just because, you know. Martin was all athletic and in shape, and Noël would go on a long lecture about how it was killing his lungs and he'd never live to a hundred and fifteen and on and on--he could already hear it, but he didn't care. It made him feel good, he wouldn't get arrested for it, and it didn't leave him with a monster hangover in the morning so he could get to work.

However, he didn't like taking his lunch breaks at the planetarium (he worked and lived there, he didn't need to be there all day, contrary to what many believed), so Noah made his way through Diagon Alley, zipping through the crowd. He just needed a quiet spot that he could have a smoke, eat, and be done with it. That's it. That was his lunch. These days felt like crawled by so slowly that he didn't have anything to possibly fill in the century-length like days. It drove him absolutely mad, but he couldn't build the energy to do anything about it.

He leaned forward, watching the shoppers and random passersby, not noticing someone approach him from behind. Noah's instincts had gone to shit these last few months, and he didn't flinch or get surprised when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?" he asked, without turning.

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silex
2008-02-02 05:51 am UTC (link)

I'm...still here.

Caden gave a single nod and an understanding 'hm' as he continued to stare at the cracked pavement beneath thier feet. Martin hadn't said much about how Noah and Noel were holding up...at least, he hadn't said anything to Caden. Not that anyone besides Finn ever said much to Caden, or things that he actually cared about. So it wasn't a surprise.

"People don't understand how theraputic bitching can be sometimes...if it's not that, it can be nothing less than satisfying."

The description of Finn made the man smirk yet again. He definetly didn't share Martin's style of humor, that was for sure. This was obvious because most times Caden wanted to throw a Quaffle at Martin's head for goofing around before and after practices, but Noah? He seemed more quiet...but that could have had a lot to do with the fact that he was so depressed.

"No, he's not here. I had to to some sort of signing at Flourish and Blotts, but it's over now..." Those teal orbs moved to glance at Noah out of the corner of his eye before he continued on. "I think my publicist has learned by now that interviews aren't my forte, seeing how I usually wind up telling everyone to fuck off when they keep asking me the same bloody questions. Same thing goes for conferences..and that's if I say anything at all."

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supernoah
2008-02-02 06:25 am UTC (link)

Noah gave a quick snort and nodded, taking another drag but at least being considerate enough to keep the smoke away from Caden. He might not give a shit about what he did to his own body, but he didn't need a giant quidditch player knocking his head off for giving him a cough. Though, that would solve a few of his problems, just a bit more painfully than he would've liked.

"Therapeutic, satisfying, it's all the same these days," he said, taking a deep breath through his nose, holding back a yawn. He really didn't go back to work. And that was saying something. There used to be days where Noah would literally not leave the planetarium, and now he was thinking about moving out of his flat to get away from it. Nothing seemed to fit anymore, and he was just tired of feeling left out of some world-wide conspiracy to make him miserable.

Noah squinted his eyes at Caden, "What could you possibly have been signing at Flourish and Blotts? 'Why Do You Even Bother Trying to Play Against Us,' the United's yearbook?"

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