The Man Who Loved Life

Michael Corner | Ex-Ravenclaw | Werewolf Life's been rough, of course, but take each day as it comes and you find that it can be more than wonderful. Question everything, go have an adventure!

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She’s her usual self, really. Just poking about, doing kid stuff…

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I’m glad she’s doing fine. And, how are you?

[michael-james-corner-blog]

Well, i'm alive. So you could say i'm doing pretty swell. And you?

[flora-carrow-the-veela-deactiva]

Flora was going to give her the money alright, but it was only to get her to go away, not out of the goodness of her heart. Truth of the matter was, Flora’s mother scared her half to death and now that she had the option not to deal with her, she wasn’t going to. “I’ll give her whatever she wants, its easier that way,” she shrugged, putting the topic to rest for now. She could worry about her mother in the morning, best not to dwell on something she can’t change. She cracked a small and extremely rare smile, “well I wouldn’t deny Charlotte that. I thought you would have been spending the holiday with Patil or someone like that. I’m.. Uh… glad you’re staying though.”

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"Unless it's a dead body. Don't give her that." He laughed in attempts of making the conversation somewhat lighthearted though it seemed she just wished to drop it quickly, thus he did so with her. Upon her questioning he just shrugged his shoulders as he shook his head. "Well, I mean, her and Theo are just... doing their thing, you know? S'not really my place to be butting in so... well, Padma'll be alright. Plus it'll be fun, you and me. Does this mean we have to make Christmas dinner and everything? Because i've never done that."

[flora-carrow-the-veela-deactiva]

Flora scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I assume she wants money, its the only thing she ever comes here for.” Flora’s mother had never been around, she merely used her father for his money and showed up every few years with a request for more. She never liked either of her daughters much, the evidence of this was scarred across Floras back. Though Flora would never admit to it Michael had a way of melting away the icy cold personality that she had developed over the year. She figured she would deal with tomorrow much better with him around. “Of course, really. Who else would I spend Christmas with?”

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"Well, we won't know until she comes and asks for it. If she does, though... well, give her some, because why not?" Of course, coming from Michael that would probably be quite a bold statement considering he knew nothing of the woman, but that didn't bear excuse to be mean to her. "Mostly because, well... you can't really control her life, but you can control your own. Best to do good with what you have, yeah?" Smiling softly, he nodded his head once more as he took a hold of her hand. "I'll stay, it's no problem. Christmas won't be as lonesome. Plus, Charlotte will have a nice bed to wake up in."

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You too, Pansy. And many more, at that.

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How’s the little one?

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She's her usual self, really. Just poking about, doing kid stuff...

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it was my birthday and i got drunk

it was christmas and i got drunk

it was thursday and i gt drunk

okai

[pansywashereandnowshesgone-blog]

Merry Christmas, Corner.

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You too, Pansy. And many more, at that.

[flora-carrow-the-veela-deactiva]

Flora followed him out, automatically pulling her coat tightly around her form. She didn’t understand how Michael wasn’t completely freezing, since she certainly was and she was fully dressed for the occasion. The sun had already nearly disappeared when Floras eyes gazed upon the flakes of snow that fell to the ground. “My mother will be here tomorrow,” she breathed, a heavy sigh apparent in her voice. “Will you stay with me? I know its Christmas and I wouldn’t ask if the woman didn’t drive me completely crazy.”

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As the two stepped outside Michael felt an instant relief. Winter was always his favourite month for the inevitable cold weather it brought with itself for many months. It was the one time where he could actually feel as if he were a decent temperature, though he still would place a bet that if he were to lie naked in the snow, the snow would melt before he would freeze. Nevertheless, he chose not to try it for her sake. "Oh? She is?" She didn't seem too pleased about that. "Uh... yeah. Really? I'd love to stay."

[flora-carrow-the-veela-deactiva]

Flora raised a brow, she definitely was not going to watch him from the window. Though she had to admit that enjoying the snow (which she secretly loved) for a short few minutes didn’t sound to bad.”I’ll come with you,” she said, reaching for her jacket and pushing her arms through the sleeves. “Just for some fresh air,” she added, for good measure. 

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"Fresh air, exactly." When she finally agreed he smiled even bigger than he'd done so before, and it seemed she was just as happy about it. It took her no time at all to grab her jacket, and in that same moment he grabbed the handle to open the front door once more before he finally stepped outside. "Five minutes and nothing more. Promise you."

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“In my defence I have a jacket on.” As she pulled him inside he huffed slightly, giving a shake of his head as he looked over to her. “I was too warm, Flora… can’t I go outside?”

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“That jacket is not going to keep you from freezing, Michael.” Flora sighed, watching that expression form on his face that was hard to say no to. She wasn’t his mother, she couldn’t tell him he couldn’t go outside and it was Christmas Eve after all. “If thats what you want to do then go a head, Michael.”

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"Are you sure? I mean, it's pretty thick..." He looked at her then, tilting his head to the side and sighing once more as she gave him a questionable look. But then her approval finally came and he smiled softly. "I'll only be five minutes, I promise. You can even watch me from the window, or come outside too, if you really want to that is."

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[flora-carrow-the-veela-deactiva]

“Michael Corner!” Flora exclaimed when she opened the door pulling him inside. “It is snowing outside! What do you think you’re doing strutting around with no shirt on?”

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"In my defence I have a jacket on." As she pulled him inside he huffed slightly, giving a shake of his head as he looked over to her. "I was too warm, Flora... can't I go outside?"

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it was my birthday and i got drunk

it was christmas and i got drunk

it was thursday and i gt drunk

okai

[michael-james-corner-blog]

so remember when you guys knew me when i was 14/15?

yup.

im 18 now

[flora-carrow-the-veela-deactiva]

“My mother is coming to visit. If there was ever a time to start drinking, its now…”

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"Maybe we could bake her a cake or something."

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...so does this mean I missed everyone again?

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[michonne]

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When It Rains || Michael & Padma

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Padma wasn’t quite sure how to speak back to him, wondering what would be the preferable response. She wondered if he know how much she thought about him and how he was. She was thinking about the past because she couldn’t help at admire her present. They were children brought on in a time of war, a time of strife and heart ache. It seemed unfair that they had to hurt so much and see so much death. But they were breathing. They were lucky. Air was back in their lungs and they were all people trying to move on. She looked at Michael and realised, he, especially, was moving on.

He had a lot of pain. His lycanthropy, his relationships- but he had a lot of happiness as well. He had friends, he had Charlotte. He was, frankly, one of the best people she’d ever known in her life. Ever. Padma remembered her younger days, when it seemed uncanny she would be happy. She was much too wrapped up in fighting, in trying to be the best that she forgot to look for good. While many Slytherins were brought up with prejudice against everyone else, she was born with prejudice against them. She knew that it was her fault for losing herself in the way but was very glad for people like Michael who brought her back some peace.

Finally, she took a sip of her drink and smiled. “I think we all need to. Move on, I mean. It seems ridiculous to hold onto a past that can never be,” she held his hand, squeezing it tightly. “You are much stronger than I,” she said with a small laugh. But it was true. He was much stronger than her, both mentally and physically. Padma was a strong person and would always refuse to pretend that she wasn’t- but Michael had the power to pull himself together for the beautiful and intelligent little girl drinking from her sippy cup. Padma watched the little girl smile as Padma looked at her, laughing with her innocence. She almost forgot she owned such innocence before everything had collapsed on them.

Maybe, Padma still had the scars and maybe, after what had happened to her, the scars had opened up. They were ugly scars that teared out her flesh and left nothing but seams when finished. And they had been opened. But the scars were healing faster than they did the first time, for life had finally touched her and the importance of it no longer a mystery.  With her eyes on Michael, she wondered what it would be like to have her own child. Not now, of course, and not with anyone but Theo- but maybe in the future, maybe when the scars would finish healing. Maybe she had enough love in her for one more person. 

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"I agree. Moving on is... hard, and the smallest of things can remind you of the past. Each day I look at Charlotte, I think of her. I think of where she is, how she is, what she's doing. But, above all... I guess I just hope she's happy, you know? Things just happen in life and then you realise that you aren't getting any younger, so you should just... grab life by the reins and have a good time before you have to let go forever, and just hope that you didn't cling on too late." He chuckled softly though it was something rather serious. Having spent months in hospital after being diagnosed, it gave him unimaginable hours to think of his life; re-evaluate his choices and decisions. He had been a mess, he knew, but things were looking up, slowly but surely. Even in his time was limited, so too was everyone else's.

He simply couldn't let it get him down.

"You know, you're strong too right? I mean, do you not remember when we first met? I was just... well, I was me." He laughed softly as he shook his head, remembering it vividly. His wild, curly hair and his dampened clothes that were shredded and yet still far too big for him. The dirt that plastered his otherwise porcelain-coated skin and the trickles of blood from falling over after running far too fast and having gravity disagree with him. And, above all, as quiet as a mouse. "I guess things change, right?"