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october 20th. lorcan’s flat. @flethcer

Lorcan nearly jumps out of his bath when he hears the front door open - he should be used to this by now, really, but who wouldn’t be spooked by someone practically invading their flat without notice? Still, he knows exactly who it is, too used to hearing those familiar, stumbling footsteps, and he wraps a towel around his hip and makes his way out of the bathroom and towards the living room, huffing.

“You know, sometimes I wish you’d shoot me a quick letter or something before barging in like this. Could’ve had someone over. Could’ve been doing something. Do you even have an owl, Mundy?”

But even so, he has to admit that he’s not unhappy to see Mundungus - after all, he’s one of the few people he’s learned to rely on over the years, despite their shared, not-so-good habits.

“There’s nothing in the fridge, if you’re wondering. You look good enough to eat, though,” he grins, baring his fangs a little, “ - get it? Because I’m a…”

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october 17th. frank & alice’s flat. @frankplongbottom

The couch was far too short for him to be on and his legs were sticking out at the end of it but even so, Lorcan insisted on keeping his head in Frank’s lap, his guitar sitting across his chest as he idly picked at the strings.

“I’m stuck Frank,” Lorcan whined, hitting a sour note and letting his strumming hand finally fall to his side. “I’ve been trying for weeks and nothing’s coming to me. What if I never write a song ever again? What if this is it?” He could hear his heart beating in his ears - though that was most likely the euphoria elixir he’d taken a few hours before he came to his friends’ flat.

“Nobody’s going to like me like this,” he muttered, putting the guitar down onto the floor and shifting so he could face Frank properly. “You know, I used to hear it all the time, the music - on the street, in the halls, everywhere. S’not like that anymore.”

And he’s almost tempted to laugh at himself but he doesn’t, sighs instead. “What if I made a mistake leaving it all behind? What if I never get it back?”

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He wasn’t sure if it’s early or late - even with the sun streaming through the windows, it’s impossible to tell. His head was still buried under the heavy blankets, but he reached out to the other side of the bed, and noticed it’s still slightly warm - couldn’t have been too late in the morning. With a sigh, he rolled over onto his back, running a hand over his face. The bed moved slightly, and Sirius pulled the blanket back down over his face, not surprised to see Lorcan there.

He propped himself up on an elbow, smiling and shaking his head. “Nah, I was awake. Just… trying to avoid the morning like usual. I think I’m the exact opposite of an early bird,” he replied. For the brief moments like these ones, it’s almost easy to forget every thing else that’s happening out there. It feels normal.

With a raise of an eyebrow, he reaches for one of the mugs. It’s strange, having this - but he’s not complaining. “Thanks,” he said. “Never really drank tea until Remus always had it around. Been more of a coffee snob,” he adds, but still takes a drink from it, holding it with both hands. “Cold?” he asked after a moment, reaching for the other edge of the blanket and folding it down, as if to make the spot for Lorcan again.

Sometimes, he let himself daydream about having something permanent. Something that wasn’t so fleeting, like the lights and the music and the people he was more used to being around - not that he ever expected it, not from this. He smiled back anyway as he met Sirius’ eyes, letting it falter a little at the mention of coffee.

“Oh. I have coffee too, do you want me to…?” But Sirius was sipping from the mug already, and for that moment Lorcan was glad that the relative darkness was still hiding the red tint in his cheeks. Hesitantly, he shifted over to the space closer to Sirius, his own mug in his two hands as he closed his eyes in momentary thought.

“Remus - you, um, live with them, right? Your friends,” he asked, finally looking over at the other boy again. It wasn’t jealousy - more curiosity, he thought, and if they’d been anything other than whatever this was, he might have asked him why he wasn’t with his family, if he’d just simply chosen to move out with his friends (which in itself was admirable, of course.)

“Must be nice,” Lorcan laughed, “having a full house like that all the time. I can’t imagine this place ever being...full, you know? It’s so quiet all the time.”

#( & sirius. )

october 11th @ 6:10pm greta’s flat @catchlcves

If one were to ask Lorcan why he liked to spend so much time at Greta’s flat, he could probably list a hundred reasons why - from the fact her fridge was somehow always full to the fact she never seemed to not want him around - which was exactly why he’d ended up here again, head stuck in her fridge as he sorted through her ridiculous assortment of cheeses.

“Greta, this has blue stuff around it. I don’t think you’re supposed to eat this.” He called out, taking out something that he could only describe as moldy cheese out of the fridge and climbing back out of the fridge to put the cheese on the counter.

And of course, in true D’eath-esque fashion, it wasn’t so easy for him to get to the counter, bumping his head against the cupboard door he’d left open and knocking back all of the ladles and spatulas as he jumped back in surprise.

“ -- oops,” he muttered, lifting his head to meet Greta’s familiar face.

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october 13th @ 8:11am lorcan’s flat @dcgstars

Muffin is the first (and only) to greet him when he steps out of the bedroom, bare feet quietly treading against the cold marble floors. He holds her in one arm as he starts the kettle, her tail wagging and tapping against his arm and all. Mornings are lonelier, usually - filled with silence and chilly air, with no sure thing waiting for him for the rest of the day. But mornings like these feel more full, taking out two mugs from the cupboard instead of one, a soft smiling spreading across his lips as he drops two teabags and hot water into them.

No, days like these are better, even if they’re only temporary.

Gently, he lets Muffin down and makes his way back into the bedroom, two steaming mugs in his hands, trying not to make too much noise as he keeps his eyes on the figure underneath the covers. When he sits down at the edge, something shifts and he makes a small noise in surprise before putting down the mugs on the bedside table to turn towards the warmer body.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” Lorcan asks, voice still hoarse, “there’s...tea, if you want it.”