You Can Never Go Home Again -- Open

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

There was something to be said for the old saying 'you can never go home again' while for the longest time the wizard failed to understand the saying but over the past few months it was starting to make more and more sense. While he didn't know who or why that person coined the phrase in question it seemed simple enough in understanding for him. The way things had gone at least, allowed it to make perfect sense. He couldn't go home again and that was the number one reason why he found himself in what use to be one of his favourite cafes in London instead of telling his parents what had happened like he had planned. Indeed, there was no way around saying it, he had chickened out. For some reason or another he could not find the strength or ability to knock on their door, to inform them what had happened to him, or even tell them why he hadn't been writing. But all he could do was walk past what use to be his domicile, even pause long enough to stare at the door but nothing became of it. There were no words he could find, nothing seemed to hold the ability to give him any sort of solace. And what was he going to do if they took it as poorly as some people did? The news that is. Honestly the wizard was not sure that he could handle that sort of rejection not when he had his life somewhat put together again. The last thing he needed was his family disowning him or some other rash thing and that was among one of the many things that could happen. Indeed, there were odds that things would go for the better and they would learn to accept that he was basically still the same person but even then he just wasn't sure. At least if he didn't tell them there was still that idea that they would not think of him as some sort of monster.

But even then, he did not do a very good job at not considering himself a monster. Things sure had changed in a few months that was for sure. Never would he have thought of the things that were going on in his life as ones that could and would happen for that matter. They just weren't things a person thought about unless they were really close to being a squib or lacked any sort of ambition. All sort of things that he went against, all things that he thought would never happen. But even the best people in the world had some sort of ability to be wrong that was for sure. And wrong he was, but most people didn't worry about werewolves jumping them on their way home. The whole thing sure wasn't like all those muggle movies either, where there's that howl off in the distance before it jumps out after several nail biting minutes and maws one of the characters. Muggles really were silly for that and thinking that there was some fear of silver. Either way, neither of those things were right or true. Throughout history there were surely more then a few muggles that found out the hard way that silver does nothing but reflect the moonlight nicely the split second before the werewolf bites their head off. As for the warning howl, he knew first hand there was nothing of the sort. In fact, he had scarcely heard the likes of anything until the beast was so close there wasn't a thing that he could do about it. But that was just the way things worked between how things really were and what Hollywood and all other film producers liked a person to think.

Brice stirred the sugar into what was his third cup of tea as he sat at one of the round tables by the window overlooking the busy street outside. Somehow the jam-packed sidewalks and traffic filled streets had some sort of a soothing effect for the wizard. Giving him a rare chance just to sit back and relax to the best of his abilities even though more then anything it was just giving him an excuse to avoid the problem at hand. Regardless, he didn't know what to do. But for now, it sure was nice to take in the scene and people watch.

Words;; 736
Outfit;; Basic muggle attire
Tagged;; Open
Notes;; Anyone feel free to join. I don't care what you do. Spill coffee on him, join his table without asking do something. Please?
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.