Wake up. Work. Sleep. Wake up again. Work again. Screw the sleep. It's underated. Keep working.
That's a day in my life. Two days, actually, to be exact. My work is not going to interest you. It pays alot though.
Weekend. Not suppose to work. Work anyway.
Monday. Working, working, working... interupted.
"Hello." I said. Scribble. That's my oen. Click click. That's the keyboard. Work, work, work. Talk and work. Eat and work. Hell, sleep and work.
"Percy?" Asks a voice.
Scribble.
"Yes?"
Click-clack, clickity clack clack.
"Look at me." The voice demands. I look up. The voice wears a hood, covering it's hair and eyes. The voice is feminine.
Look. Scribble. Look again. "Yes?" I repeat. "Can I help you?" Look down. Scribble.
"Your brother died." Scribble, click, look.
"Which one?" Clack, click, clack.
"Ron." Scribble, look up.
"I knew that." Scribble, clack. "That was a while ago." White out, rub rub, pen up, scribble.
"Three days." Blunt voice. Scribble.
"Long enough." Type type, click, scribble.
"You missed his funeral, Perce." Blunt.
"I was working." Blunter.
"Why?" Less blunt. More concerned.
"I like to work." Put down pen. Look up. Don't look down.
"So do I." Smile. "Nobody understands that."
Look down. Scribble. "Yeah."
"We understand each other, don't we?" Look up, smile, look down, still smile.
Mumble. "Yeah."
"Damn straight." Scribble, tip tap, tip tap, clickity clack, tip tap.
"You can leave." Scribble, look up, shake head, look down, sigh, scribble, click, clack.
"I can, but will I?" Look up, stay up, stare.
Silence. Pause. Glance. "I can't say." Smile. "I hope you do," Just in case, "I guess."
"I guess I will stay." Scribble, but don't look down.
"I guess I should stop working." Pen down, clack, push button, computer off.
"I guess."
Stare at each other. Giggle.
"I'm not much of a giggler." Percy says, Percy smiles, Percy sighs.
"Me neither." Hermione says, Hermione smiles, Hermione sighs.
Step, walk walk, step, door open.
"Want to get some food?" He says. She smiles. They sigh.
"I haven't eaten since he died." Sigh.
"He?"
"Ron."
He stares. She stares. Stares meet.
His stare changes.
Her hand is stared at. Passive.
Is stared at.
Her ring is stared at.
Still passive.
But he isn't staring at her ring.
The ring is being stared at.
Stare. Shine. Diamond shines.
"Engaged?"
Nod.
"I'm sorry."
"Nod."
"I'm sorry I missed the funeral."
Sad smile.
"I wish I had missed it." She sighs.
"I was busy."
"I'm always busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"Crying."
"I'm sorry, Hermione."
"It's okay, Percy."
"You hungry yet?"
"Maybe I am."
"Good."
Arms meet, arms join, slight grin.
Walk down hall.
Next to each other.
Or together?
That's a day in my life. Two days, actually, to be exact. My work is not going to interest you. It pays alot though.
Weekend. Not suppose to work. Work anyway.
Monday. Working, working, working... interupted.
"Hello." I said. Scribble. That's my oen. Click click. That's the keyboard. Work, work, work. Talk and work. Eat and work. Hell, sleep and work.
"Percy?" Asks a voice.
Scribble.
"Yes?"
Click-clack, clickity clack clack.
"Look at me." The voice demands. I look up. The voice wears a hood, covering it's hair and eyes. The voice is feminine.
Look. Scribble. Look again. "Yes?" I repeat. "Can I help you?" Look down. Scribble.
"Your brother died." Scribble, click, look.
"Which one?" Clack, click, clack.
"Ron." Scribble, look up.
"I knew that." Scribble, clack. "That was a while ago." White out, rub rub, pen up, scribble.
"Three days." Blunt voice. Scribble.
"Long enough." Type type, click, scribble.
"You missed his funeral, Perce." Blunt.
"I was working." Blunter.
"Why?" Less blunt. More concerned.
"I like to work." Put down pen. Look up. Don't look down.
"So do I." Smile. "Nobody understands that."
Look down. Scribble. "Yeah."
"We understand each other, don't we?" Look up, smile, look down, still smile.
Mumble. "Yeah."
"Damn straight." Scribble, tip tap, tip tap, clickity clack, tip tap.
"You can leave." Scribble, look up, shake head, look down, sigh, scribble, click, clack.
"I can, but will I?" Look up, stay up, stare.
Silence. Pause. Glance. "I can't say." Smile. "I hope you do," Just in case, "I guess."
"I guess I will stay." Scribble, but don't look down.
"I guess I should stop working." Pen down, clack, push button, computer off.
"I guess."
Stare at each other. Giggle.
"I'm not much of a giggler." Percy says, Percy smiles, Percy sighs.
"Me neither." Hermione says, Hermione smiles, Hermione sighs.
Step, walk walk, step, door open.
"Want to get some food?" He says. She smiles. They sigh.
"I haven't eaten since he died." Sigh.
"He?"
"Ron."
He stares. She stares. Stares meet.
His stare changes.
Her hand is stared at. Passive.
Is stared at.
Her ring is stared at.
Still passive.
But he isn't staring at her ring.
The ring is being stared at.
Stare. Shine. Diamond shines.
"Engaged?"
Nod.
"I'm sorry."
"Nod."
"I'm sorry I missed the funeral."
Sad smile.
"I wish I had missed it." She sighs.
"I was busy."
"I'm always busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"Crying."
"I'm sorry, Hermione."
"It's okay, Percy."
"You hungry yet?"
"Maybe I am."
"Good."
Arms meet, arms join, slight grin.
Walk down hall.
Next to each other.
Or together?
