#clementinerobards

[whiskeynward]

where: a bar we will decide when the time is right when: time is an illusion who: @clementinerobards​

Hayden was raising his arm to catch the bartender’s attention. It was possibly the one good thing about being as tall as he was. He was noticeable in a crowd of people.

By now he had lost count of how many drinks he had, but as the bartender moved over, he still ordered another round. He was feeling light, good even. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had drank enough to hit that spot right after tipsy but before heading into black out territory.  

“We should go somewhere.” 

[purkissmyass]

when: 30 january 1980 where: no. 4 low street who: @clementinerobards​

“Do you know the reason for this party?” Doris asked. “Not that I think that there needs to be a reason, but I was just curious is all.”

[marlenethemenace]

when: 27 January, 1979, time tbd where: Clem’s dormitory who: Marlene McKinnon & Clem Robards @clementinerobards​

“Can we have a chat, Clem?”

[fabiansacharmer]

WHEN: 20 February, 1979, Dueling Club WHERE: Hogwarts, Great Hall WHO: Clementine Robards @clementinerobards​ & Fabian Prewett

“You’re early.”

[whiskeynward]

when: 13 december 1980 where: the bongalow, banchory who: @clementinerobards​

It was close to three weeks since he had last seen Clem. Not to mention, last he had seen her things had been left in a rather awkward place. However, three weeks felt like a sufficient enough time for it to mostly pass, and he felt that maybe he ought to make sure she was at least faring alright. He knew, aside from their own bickering, she was likely still dealing with the trauma of what had happened to her and while he was sure he might have heard if she was otherwise, it didn’t hurt to at least try and take the initiative. It felt like nowadays, it didn’t hurt to be too careful lest someone somehow fall through the cracks.

“You ought to look into getting a front door,” he shouted up at a window. He still wasn’t really sure how that all worked. Should he just knock on a wall? Did they have a doorbell?

[whiskeynward]

when: 20 november 1980 where: outside the bongalow, banchory  who: @clementinerobards​

Hayden had been dreading seeing her the most. From what he could tell based on what his father told him, she had worked hard to locate him when he had seemingly disappeared. She had reached out. She had done all she could. She had taken his animals when she knew that he likely wasn’t going to be around for a while. All things Hayden knew and still he had remained radio silent for five months now.

Of course, it wasn’t without its reasons, but he knew Clem didn’t know that. His father had already told him that he had written back that he would let Hayden explain the situation in his own time and in his own words. Hayden wasn’t even sure he wanted to explain. He felt numb every time he thought about it. In truth, he hoped she would be angry with him. He hoped she would yell at him, want to punch him. It would make it all that much easier to face her. Hayden could deal with resentment and anger. 

And now, he stood in front of what he was pretty sure was her new home in Banchory, unable to find the front door. “Why the fuck don’t they have a door,” he grunted as he picked up a stray rock on the ground, aiming it at a window before tossing it. 

[whiskeynward]

when: 8 february 1980, morning where: hayden’s flat, london who: @clementinerobards​

“Shouldn’t you be heading back to school?” 

[whiskeynward]

when: 25 january 1980 where: hayden’s flat who: @clementinerobards​

Hayden had decided a distraction was in order to get his mind off of the nightmare from the early morning hours and since he and Clem had talked about spending her dad’s money at some posh restaurant, he felt that qualified as a pretty good one and had owled first thing in the morning to see if she wanted to do that tonight.  

“Hey,” he said opening the door, “you ready to just-- oh.” Yes, they were getting dressed up and yes, he was aware she would look nicer, but there was still something about seeing someone looking cleaned up that had caught him off guard.