To Be So Lonely

Spencer Green | 25 | Death Eater

[emmaflint]

"Are you calling me bad company?" Emma frowned, offended. "I'm a delight."

[misunderstoodslytherin]

"If it makes you feel better, I consider all company to be bad company." He gave a shrug not really caring too much whether it offended her or not.

[r-lestrcnge]

The problem with Spencer was that he tended to be a liability. Rabastan was growing tired of fixing his errors when they were tasked to work together. It was inefficient, and it did no justice to the quality that the Dark Lord deserved. "Mildly reassuring, I suppose." Responding more nonchalantly, he took his firewhisky from the bar and sat down, scanning his eyes around the room to ascertain its occupants.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

Spencer felt increasingly uneasy, acutely aware of Rabastan's disapproval. He couldn't blame him; Rabastan was wholly dedicated to the cause, while Spencer, truth be told, lacked such fervor. His inadequacies were evident in every task assigned to him, leaving him to hope they appeared as incompetence rather than disloyalty.

Taking a sip of his firewhisky, he endeavoured to project a nonchalant façade as he surveyed the shadowy corners of the pub. Their purpose tonight was to identify a traitor—a daunting responsibility that only amplified his unease. It felt like a grim reminder from fate itself: he could be the next target.

"Over there, in the corner." Spencer stated quietly, glancing at Rabastan silently seeking reassurance or perhaps direction. He knew he couldn't afford another misstep, not if he intended to prove his value to both Rabastan and their formidable leader.

[alectocarrowx]

He caught her attention at the mention of drowning himself in copious amounts of alcohol. Fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, Alecto slipped out of her chair, taking over the seat the stranger slipped out of. "Tell me Spencer, what has you in the dire need to drink away your thoughts?" He piqued her interest, for now.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

Spencer glanced up, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift. His eyes, glassy from the alcohol, focused on Alecto's curious gaze. "It's... a long story," he began, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. "One I don't care to divulge." The male added already knowing what the next question would have been. "What about you? I'm surprised you're in here and not at The White Wyvern?" Spencer asked curious, knowing most death eaters preferred to frequent the pub in Knockturn Alley.

[notjeffthompson]

"Well I'm not sure I can promise you good company, but good firewhiskey is something I can get." Jeff flagged the waitress down, ordering a bottle for the table.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

"Good firewhiskey will do for now. We'll see about the company, though. Thanks, Jeff." He half joked.

[aurorasinistrax]

"Are you sure about that?" Aurora had caught sight of Spencer when she entered the three broomsticks. She was drawn to him, feeling the need that no one should be alone. The witch takes it upon herself to sit in the open seat at his table, a genuine smile on her lips. "I have been told I'm good company." A pause. "Do we need another round of shots?" He was always nice to her in school and the times they would run into each other.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

Spencer looked up, surprise flickering across his face before he masked it with a small, guarded smile. "Aurora," he acknowledged, his tone neutral but not unkind. "It's been a while."

He glanced at the empty glass in front of him, then back at her, a hint of a twinkle in his eyes. "Good company, huh? Well, I suppose I could use some of that tonight."

He signalled the bartender for another round, then turned his attention back to her, his expression softening slightly. "So, what have you been up to lately?" he asked, a touch of genuine curiosity breaking through his reserved demeanour.

[r-lestrcnge]

"How rude." Rabastan's tone could perhaps have been perceived as humorous, but in truth he was not at all interested in maintaining polite subtleties this evening. Spencer frustrated him. "I would be offended if I cared. Firewhisky, please." Ordering his drink, he hoped it was delivered promptly.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

Spencer gave a shrug not caring much whether he had offended the male or not. "It's been a long day, any company would be bad company." He replied nodding at the bartender to bring him another one too. The plan was to drink himself into a stupor after spending the day with his father. It was surprising how tiring it was to be on the other end of verbal abuse all day though he should have probably been used to it by now. If anything he should count his blessings it was only verbal abuse and not physical.

[alectocarrowx]

Alecto was elated to be able to roam walls that were not that Lestrange Manor, but there was a part of her that quite enjoyed the last few days before her and Rabastan returned back to the real world. She was waiting to meet someone when she caught sight of Spencer. "Do you normally speak to random strangers?" Her usual snark found in her tone.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

Spencer sighed internally as he saw Alecto approach. "Depends on how many drinks I've had." He replied slipping into his façade as he forced something that resembled somewhat of a smile. His eyes drifted from Alecto to the stranger he had just spoken to occupying his table as he got up to walk away mumbling under his breath. "Did it's job anyway." Spencer added referring to the stranger leaving.

[misunderstoodslytherin]

Where: The Three Broomsticks Who: Open to all

“You know, nothing can quite beat a firewhisky after a long day. That and good company, of course. I have one out of the two so I can’t complain” Spencer stated to the person sitting next to him before throwing back the drink. 

[ronanlysnch]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I rush toward being alone as rivers rush toward the sea.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. September 1926 (via pocmuzings)

[wardo]