these clothes don't fit us right || elena & gus || 1 july 1998

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these clothes don't fit us right || elena & gus || 1 july 1998

Post by thegirlnamedcrow on Thu Feb 26, 2015 8:18 pm

           It was the second week of the summer holidays, and to the casual observer it seemed as though all was steadily returning to normal in the Bones-Prewett household. If the family was a bit quieter, a bit more sombre, well, it was only to be expected after all that they had been through. What mattered was that they seemed to be recovering well.

          The casual observer would have missed the subtler but more telling details about how the family was really handling their recent trauma. Her father’s tears, shed nightly for his fallen nephew. Her sister’s fear of the dark, which brought her into Elena’s bedroom each night in search of a safe place to speak. And, most of all, Gus. Gus.

          He was different, so different that at times it felt as though an entirely new but identical young man had returned home on the Hogwarts Express in place of her eldest brother. Few would have noticed the shift, but his family knew him well enough to realise that something was wrong, even if the specifics were still a mystery. He hid his feelings well, adopting an almost perfect mask of normality that he never seemed to drop.

          That normal young man was not her brother. The casual observer would have been fooled, but Elena knew better than to accept his deflections and lies. And though the rest of their family had been tiptoeing around him for weeks, unwilling to do anything that might upset him in his troubled state, Elena was unwilling to let him continue to suffer alone.

          Something had to be done. And she had to be the one to do it.

          The perfect moment had presented itself while her parents were getting ready for work, and she and her siblings were set to Floo over to their grandfather’s house. When Gus had decided to remain home, Elena had asked to be allowed to remain with him. Reluctant though her parents were to allow her to remain at home, they agreed to leave her with her brother.

          She did not approach him right away; for the first few hours, she simply left him to his own devices while she read through that morning’s Prophet. Eventually, though, as the sun crept upwards towards his apex, she decided that it was time to act.

          Gus was in his room. She had heard him go in there nearly an hour ago, and he had not yet emerged. Nearly silently, Elena crept down the hallway, coming to a halt before his closed door. After knocking softly, she opened the door slightly, just enough for her words to carry through the gap.


          “Gus?” Her voice was soft, calm. “I don’t mean to disturb you, but I’m headed out for a walk and wanted to know if you’d be interested in joining me.”
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Post by sayum on Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:36 pm

If it had only been a few words that haunted him everything would have been fine. Gus could have dealt with the terror, the constant feeling that no one was safe. He could handle the nightmares that came like clockwork. The uneasiness that lead him to sleep with his wand under his pillow, a finger always touching the handle. Even the way his father looked at him...and the way his father refused to look at him. 


However, Gus could not handle this. Every word Augustus Rookwood had ever said to him was engraved in his brain, white hot and smoking. The words of a Death Eater. The words of his father. Gus could not deal with the nightmares he had when he was awake. It was the war on repeat, looped until he passed out from exhaustion then relived again in a the gnarled way dreams grew.


He lay in bed. Awake and dreaming. He thought of those who lay not unlike him, only in graves in place of bedrooms. Hearing Elena's voice was more like a drum than the usual bell. He did not hear what she said as much as what she meant. It was not an offer. It was a final declaration. Elena had decided they were going to talk.


Gus rolled into a sitting position. He did not speak.
It was no use pretending he was alright anymore.
Elena had stopped pretending. 


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Post by thegirlnamedcrow on Fri Apr 10, 2015 7:05 pm

           Elena enjoyed a special sort of understanding with her eldest brother. They were not what anyone could call particularly close – their conversations were rare and almost always focussed entirely of one or more of their many siblings. But Elena could hear in his voice that Gus had not been fooled for a second by her offer, and that in agreeing to walk with her, he was tacitly accepting her invitation to talk about all that had happened to him.

           Elena and Gus were not close. It was difficult to let someone who could so clearly see her true self too close. But Gus didn’t need closeness right now. If love could repair the damage, surely Phoebe and their parents would have set him right faster than thinking. What he needed now was for someone to listen, and more importantly, to truly understand what he had to say.

           Their parents tried, opening the topic for discussion and attempting to lure Gus into talking about what was wrong. Phoebe took it a step farther, launching an aggressive campaign of affection against her brother, assaulting him with ferocious hugs and interminable lectures about why he was the Best Brother Ever. None of these things addressed the real problem, the shade hanging over Gus’s mind. He held his burden closely, hiding it as best as he could from the rest of the world, but his attempts did little to placate his anxious family. The rest of the Bones-Prewetts saw the face Gus allowed people to see. Only Elena could see the intensity of the pain that he masked, though she knew that what she sensed was just the very shore of an entire ocean of despair. It was crushing, overwhelming, and utterly fascinating to her. She wanted to help her brother, but more than that, she wanted him to let her see exactly what he was holding inside.


           She cast Gus a shy smile from around the door. “Lovely,” she said. “I’ll fetch the biscuits Auntie Molly baked us – there are still a few left in the tin. Meet me in the kitchen once you’ve got your shoes.”
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Post by sayum on Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:36 pm

Augustus did not say anything. He knew his sister was just giving him time to collect himself. He did not need time. He had far too much time. Still, he let her have the satisfaction of waiting a minute or two before coming downstairs, boots laced, wand stuffed in the pocket of the hoodie he threw on despite the summer heat. In light of recent nightmares he preferred not to look at his forearms just in case a Dark Mark had appeared overnight. It was stupid yet the fear was so real that he let it be. He had too many things he was trying to banish at the moment. The Dark Mark was at the bottom of the long list of new fears.

Even arriving downstairs did not provoke Gus into speaking. He stood there quite still and silent much like a cat that froze under the gaze of anything bigger than it, staring right back.
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