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Julian Pritchard

Having spotted Simon, Julian dragged himself into the compartment. The letter from home was still clutched in his left hand. His mum must've wanted to warn him before picking him up. 

 

He dropped heavily into the seat next to his roommate. Then, without looking at him, he spoke. 

 

"Your uncle is dating my mum." 

 

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Simon Reed

He'd been rubbing his temples counter clock wise, trying to figure how in the hell he was going to tell Aurora that he'd spilled the beans. Their year long secret exposed in mere seconds in an attempt to brag and somehow make Hazel jealous, he'd told her about their kissing and how they might sort of be dating. None of it true, except the kissing part. 

 

The compartment door rolled open, he expected to confront certain red haired Slytherin but was surprised and slightly annoyed at Julian Pritchard's presence. Hazel's new crush. Without invitation he plopped beside him and said something about his Uncle.

 

"Uh...Congratulations?" he hesitantly offered, brows furrowing together in confusion. What was he supposed to say to that? Hadn't they been dating since like, forever? 

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Julian Pritchard

Julian wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he’d been hoping to get from Simon, but that had not been it. He wasn’t sure if it had been sarcastic or not, but Julian found himself getting a mite exasperated that he could not see the gravity of the matter. He leaned back on the seat and crossed his arms.

 

“Don’t congratulate me! It wasn’t my decision. It’s apparently serious. He’s been living at my house.” He must’ve been more upset over the news than he’d thought. His voice had risen perceptively in pitch with that last sentence.

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Simon Reed

THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING IN THE WORLD, JULIAN

 

A very hypocritical thought ran through his head, cause hadn't Simon just been fretting about something sort of trivial in the grand scheme of things?

 

Needless to say, Simon was all kinds of torn up about how best to approach his current situation. On one hand, he was still bothered by the fact that Julian had (probably, unknowingly so) replaced him as Hazel's new object of affection and he had half a mind to just tell him off, to tell him to grow up and scamper off to cry to somebody who cared.

 

BUT. He would never be so cruel, at least not to somebody who didn't deserve it.

 

He picked at some fibers from his robes wondering why Julian had become slightly unhinged at the idea of his Uncle Sebastian and his own mother playing house. "Is it really the worst thing in the world if he makes your mum happy?" he mumbled quietly.

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Julian Pritchard

Simon’s question was a perfectly reasonable one, but Julian couldn’t help a flash of annoyance towards his roommate when he uttered it. He knew, of course, that the answer was no. It was not the worst thing in the world. Objectively speaking, it might even be a good thing, for his mum to be happy, even if it was - well, not with his dad. So why did the thought of going home, and having to experience his mother’s happiness at her new boyfriend make him feel like he wanted to run far, far away?

 

It appeared that, despite his deeply held wish to be exactly that, Julian was a less-than-perfectly-rational human being.

 

He glanced away from Simon. “I suppose it’s not? But it could be? What if it doesn’t work out?”

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Simon Reed

Why did it seem as though Simon was the only one around who didn't believe in fairy tales? He suddenly felt like the big older brother who accidentally went around and spoiling Christmas for the little ones because he'd let it slip that Santa wasn't really real. Surely these were rhetorical questions... but the longer he let the silence grow the more pressured he felt to actually answer his roommate. His answers were surely composed of things said in romance novels, or perhaps bad soaps on the telly that'd watched at Aurora's house, but he felt as though he would come off as comforting and wise. 

 

Probably not. 

 

"If it doesn't work out, then it prolly wasn't meant to be. Maybe she'll realize that she's made a mistake, some sort of mid-life crisis. Your parents might end up making up or something. I dunno..." he trailed off after sort of rushing through his thoughts, thinking yet again that he was probably the last person that anybody should come to for a serious chat. "Maybe you should talk it over with your mum." he added lamely. If Julian's own mother couldn't comfort him, he doubted anyone else would be able to. 

 

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