C A R A D O CĀ Ā D E A R B O R N :
Okay, maybe this had been a bad idea, but Caradoc figured both of them needed a break from reality for a bit. Everything was always so immediate, so pressing; god knows Caradoc hadnāt had a moment to think or to mourn in ages, and he knew Benjy well enough to guess that he hadnāt either. So they were at the World Cup, and Caradoc was determinedĀ to make sure his friend had a good time. Despite his many years playing Quidditch, Caradoc had never really loved to watch it; sure, heād gone to the games while in school, had regularly attended the World Cup with friends, but it had always been more of a social event for him than born out of any great love for the sport. It was just that his normal social locale had become whatever pub was closest, and he was at least self-aware enough to know he needed a break from that, too.
And Caradoc was enjoying himself; it felt like him and Benjy never really had time for each other these days. Sure, they still saw each other regularly, and there was no one else worthy of being called his best friend, but times had changed them all. It was nice just to be with his friend for a few days.Ā āAre you not?ā Caradoc countered, shifting his gaze from the field to his friend.Ā āWe donāt have to be here, you know,ā he reminded softly, then,Ā āor we donāt have to be here sober, if thatās better.ā
It would be a lie to say that there wasnāt a small part of him that wanted to enjoy it all - that maybe already was enjoying it. But it didnāt sit well with him. Not when he saw the whole thing simply seemed like a distraction. An enjoyable ruse to make people forget what had just happened, to quell their anger over the injustice of it all. The more relaxed he saw other people the more it riled him and heād never really been one to begrudge others a bit of enjoyment in life. This time was different though. Their joy made his plight seem ignored and the struggle of others like him overlooked just so people could have a nice time. Wilful ignorance was never something heād managed to look past nor find any sort of sympathy for and so his head shook at his friendās question, wondering how he could even ask it. āNo. How could I?āĀ
Almost instantly though he regrets the way he snapped. Caradoc had never once deserved his vitriol, not when he had been a steadfast friend for over a decade. Sigh slipped from his lips as he runs a hand across his face before broad shoulders roll into a shrug. āMaybe a little but it makes me feel like a hypocrite.ā After all heād spent most of his time there so far in a rage, declaring his distaste for it all to almost anyone who would listen. Still, if there was one person he could count on to bring some enjoyment to him, it was Caradoc. The flash of an apologetic smile flickers over his features before he nods in agreement to the suggestion laid out by his friend. āNot sober sounds like a plan. The only plan.ā
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