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- Curly 16" Sturdy Vine Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
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- 7/2030 (31)
Rory's life had settled..he'd hardly believed it himself, but things had settled. He'd quit the position at the wand position just before christmas and reduced his shifts at the bar to weekends, unless there was a game. He had known things would work out for him, but there had been weeks of sleepless nights and deep worries if it would at be worth it. Now he was in a better position, getting better nights of sleep and making enough money that he'd begun getting more furniture for his place the cupboards weren't ever really empty. The christmas holidays had been a quiet affair, he'd worked during most of it, specifically working over the days around christmas and taking the new years off. Both would've been quiet, lonely events had it not been for Graeme turning up an hour before minute with a bottle of whiskey and a lump of coal. Rory's new year had gotten significantly less lonely with that - not that he remembered much after that point. He'd learned that when his brother drank, he went hard, Rory had only just kept up. The hangover had last for too long, but it had felt nice. It had reminded him that during all of the turbulence of his life after graduating that he'd lost contact with most of his friends, that he'd not had the time for any of them, not that he'd even had that many. He'd turned his back on his family because he didn't want to be forced to be with anyone he didn't love, wanted his own path, but he was lonely. He liked working, his apartment though more home than months prior lacked a real personal touch and mostly just felt empty. The quiet was always overwhelming loud.
Rory had ventured outside, bought himself a coffee and a pastry, he'd woken up early, a force habit now, frustratingly. Rory liked working, he didn't really know what to do with himself when he had time off, whether it was mornings like this, or when he got the odd day off. He'd never really had hobbies like others and he was too tentative to reach out to anyone to hang out. Flavio didn't have the time anyway, with that baby on the way. Everyone else was out carving out little paths in their lives with the friends they had made and kept in school, with the partners they had and the family that would want to spend the time with them. Graeme was making an effort, but he knew that just practically it was difficult. Rory didn't want to set foot back home so Graeme would always have to come to him. Rory sat down on the same bench he tended to sit out when he had nothing better to do with his mornings. Where he'd had the first civil conversation with Amber ever, and where he'd come often when four am hit and he knew that sleep just wasn't going to be something he'd get. He sat with his legs crossed on the bench, balancing the coffee on his knee as he slow ate the pastry. He needed hobbies, he needed to figure out how to make friends. It was nice to have this freedom, to be able to make his own choices, however it wasn't difficult to feel very alone when the decision had cost him so much. But, things were better and though he was lonely, life in that moment with the coffee and pastry and a slow morning was calm and nice.