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
2008-01-31 10:25 pm UTC (link)

"...what?"

Caden Flint rose a brow up at Noah, his hands slipping into his pockets as he looked over at what the younger boy was staring at.

'Boy'. No, Noah wasn't a boy anymore. The last time Caden had actually talked to Noah Boot, the kid was probably 14 or so. He was nothing more than a runt, still in Hogwarts. But he had gotten older, and it was only now that he could see the faint similiarities between him and his brother.

"It must be fantastic to be able to be anti-social and nobody actually gives a shit. I'm envious." Caden could have just said 'Hey, you're being rude' but...that wouldn't have been very Caden-esque. Yeah, he was such a people's person.

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supernoah
2008-01-31 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Noah hadn't been expecting to be accosted by a famous quidditch star, let alone one that played on his brother's team. He had become used to the idea of a 'celebrity' a long time ago, so he didn't jump to his feet or start babbling madly at the sight of Caden Flint. Noah smirked and flicked some ash off the end of his cigarette and sat back.

"That's why I denied the contract with the Falcons," he muttered sarcastically, "wanted to revel in being an anonymous asshole."

Though, he wasn't sure how Caden didn't have a flock of fans surrounding him. Noah mentally frowned at the thought; if the fans weren't here now, they'd be there soon, and then there'd be photographers and Noah's lunch break would have to be cut short.

Quidditch players were good for absolutely nothing.

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silex
2008-02-01 02:41 am UTC (link)

A rare smirk graced Caden's features as he moved around to sit beside him on the bench, hunched foreward with his hands linked between his knees. Why he had even stopped to say hello, he still wasn't sure. It wasn't like he and Noah had a friendship of any sort, but...something compelled him to just go over there. It wasn't often that Caden was just walking around Diagon Alley. Not that he didn't have a reason for being there, but still. He liked to stay low key. "Smart move."

He glanced in his direction before he sat back in the bench, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. "It's been a while, kid. Things have definetly changed." He paused and kept staring ahead, only to then stare down at the ground. "How are you holding up?"

Maybe this should have been something to ask him a couple of months ago, when everything happened with his parents, but he was sure that he was so sick of hearing 'how are you doing?' and 'are you okay?' at the time. Besides...Caden knew that no matter how much time passed by, everything could still seem grey, and cold.

Empty.

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supernoah
2008-02-01 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Noah wondered for a moment how much Martin actually talked about his family, before and after their parents' deaths. Because the younger brother couldn't really see Martin talking about anything bad---Noah knew Martin was mostly an optimistic, happy person, so what reason would he have to tell his teammates that his little brother hadn't spoken to him willingly in month? Or maybe Martin didn't care, and went on with his life. It wasn't as if he'd tried to fix things.

"Eh," he responded with a shrug, "I'm...still here."

Which was really saying something, to Noah, at least. He wasn't proud of it, he could hardly think of it himself, but the last time he'd found himself in a rut like this, he'd tried to take things into his own hands. So, for lasting as long as he had without the thoughts of suicide really entering his mind, Noah figured he was doing quite well, thanks.

"Still here and still bitching." Noah twisted a bit, eyebrows high at Caden, "Is your dictator of a captain going to come storming down here and take you away, or are you on a scheduled break?"

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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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