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imperturbatus2016-11-28 11:06 pm
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7th Sparkle is Research
Library, all time, all days
[It took a while for Yogi to decide what he wanted to do. After Halloween he really needed to sort through his thoughts and decide what he wanted to do with the things he learned. That he was an actual orphan, for one. And the son of a deceased former Nordic Minister of Magic for the other. But that's pretty much the only clues he has, because the letter he received from Hirato about a week ago, had been cryptic as ever.
There's only one thing he can do now, which is, stop hiding behind excuses and search for the truth himself. The question was, however, if he wants the truth.
It takes him weeks to accept it, but he does.
Which is why he walks monday morning in, right before his first lesson and asks whether there's an archive for old issues of the Daily Prophet. He's lucky, there is one. Which is where he stands now. Shelves and shelves of Daily Prophets, as far as he can see. It would be impossible to dig out each and every of them. He doesn't even know, if there's anything in there he can use. He needs to narrow down his search. All he knows is, that he had been 10, when Hirato and Tsukitachi found him and the first real memory he has, after the weeks - maybe months - that are a blur of color and surround sound in his head (probably shortly after he lost his memory), is that first Christmas he spent with his foster dads. So anything that happened, it must have happened between February and December, 8 years ago.
He sighs in defeat. This will still take weeks. He really should learn for NEWTs instead.
He pulls out the issues from the first February week of that year, finds a sunny corner and starts reading.]
[It took a while for Yogi to decide what he wanted to do. After Halloween he really needed to sort through his thoughts and decide what he wanted to do with the things he learned. That he was an actual orphan, for one. And the son of a deceased former Nordic Minister of Magic for the other. But that's pretty much the only clues he has, because the letter he received from Hirato about a week ago, had been cryptic as ever.
There's only one thing he can do now, which is, stop hiding behind excuses and search for the truth himself. The question was, however, if he wants the truth.
It takes him weeks to accept it, but he does.
Which is why he walks monday morning in, right before his first lesson and asks whether there's an archive for old issues of the Daily Prophet. He's lucky, there is one. Which is where he stands now. Shelves and shelves of Daily Prophets, as far as he can see. It would be impossible to dig out each and every of them. He doesn't even know, if there's anything in there he can use. He needs to narrow down his search. All he knows is, that he had been 10, when Hirato and Tsukitachi found him and the first real memory he has, after the weeks - maybe months - that are a blur of color and surround sound in his head (probably shortly after he lost his memory), is that first Christmas he spent with his foster dads. So anything that happened, it must have happened between February and December, 8 years ago.
He sighs in defeat. This will still take weeks. He really should learn for NEWTs instead.
He pulls out the issues from the first February week of that year, finds a sunny corner and starts reading.]
no subject
He distracts himself by listening to Taichi, to the low sound of his voice, to the words, that are meant to calm him down and encourage him, and he closes his eyes, as he wait for them to sink in. Nothing will change, according to Taichi. Nothing about their friendship, or any other of his friendships. Even Hirato and Tsukitachi will probably stay, because if there's one thing he can't say about them, it's that they ever left him alone. The past doesn't matter after all. It doesn't matter, and it's completely up to him, what he does. It still scares him, what may have been, but he can't remain in one place forever, can he?]
Thank you...
[He says, because there's nothing else he can say to express how much Taichi's support means to him, and finally raised his head to look at his friend, with a small apologetic smile.]
I'm sorry. You're probably sick of hearing me whine. I promise I'll be more resolved from now on.
[He's not sure if he's promising it to Taichi, or to himself, but at least it puts a small smile back on his face, one that he shares with his friend, only to suddenly notice, how close they are. He's still in his friend's personal space, his hand gently grasping the blue pullover, where he had fisted it without noticing he was doing it. Taichi's warmth is all around him and Taichi's warm eyes are looking at him from close up, and Yogi can feel his cheeks heating in a blush, that he can't explain. He knows he should pull away, but he's comfy and warm and it feels good to embraced like this.]