The Reckless

[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick day with his usual therapist came up on the week of vacation return. His usual therapist would see Dederick back home in Norway. But after turning seventeen years old couple months back, his usual therapist decided to rid himself of his problem with Dederick. He recommended that he see someone else, Jucinda. The black haired woman, calmer than most slores he knew. Dederick detested anyone trying to figure him out, if she was slore to him than she remain being a slore till he was done with therapy all together.

In the small waiting room, he sat in a chair with plastic covers. He slip a little down, his back adjusting to irritating covers. He wonder what the hell will he be doing now if the ministry hadn't order him to seek help. Number of things came up, one involve him sipping a six pack in his dorm. Somehow he would find away to sneak in it and enjoyed with his dumb arse room mate. Raking his fingers through his blonde hair, the boy look dully at the administration covering the front desk. "Come on, come on" he said whispering. Dederick dreaded waiting long period of time. If she didn't come out sooner or later, he swear she can piss herself cause he wasn't waiting for no bimbo of a witch.​

 

[Jucinda Tennison]

The midday sun beamed into the office of Jucinda Tennison, the autumn breeze was something serene; it left a whimsical air behind everything that showed a sign of life, everything that moved, everything that breathed. It was a great pity that Jucinda wasn't paying one lick of attention to the sentimental atmosphere inside the quaint office she had grown so accustomed to. The twenty one year old was hastily organising the various leaflets, booklets and sheets of paper her last client had dishevelled in a melodramatic teenage fit. Over the few short years the young witch had been specialising in counselling adolescents, she had experienced more than enough theatrics from the odd teenager that had self-diagnosed and wasted more of her quickly passing time telling her they had problems that didn't in fact, exist. It was the serious cases in which Jucinda obviously worked hardest on, for the sake of the patient and herself. It was awfully dismaying most days, being paid to listen to stories from the most unfortunate of lives, it was disgusting that people had to live through what some of her patients had to endure, but the feeling she was doing something good reflected the reason she had become a therapist in the first place. The healer lifted her wand and repaired the coffee table which had been smashed moments earlier, even she had lost count of how many times her office had been ram sacked by a teen who couldn't control their anger when being told the truth.

Now that the twenty one year old was content with how her now spick and span office looked, she dusted her hands together and sighed pleasantly, embracing the few moments she had until her next appointment. It was after a minute or so her cuckoo clock went off, which symbolised it was now time for her to see her next patient. A simple case would make for a preferred change in Jucinda's normal line up of complicated backstories and disturbing lifestyles, it was not that the therapist disliked helping people, it was that which had attracted her into being a healer in the first place. The daunting day to day struggle the twenty one year old faced had never become too overwhelming, though at times it was a great burden, there were a few cases that keept the brunette up at night, plaguing her thoughts, poking at her sanity because she didn't know how to help them when she desperately coveted to. Jucinda's line of deep thought had been broken again by her cuckoo clock, keeping her next appointment waiting was not on the brunette's list of intentions. Jucinda undid her tight ponytail as she opened the heavy door that separated her office from the dull, lifeless waiting room. "Sorry for the wait, come on in." the healer uttered, presenting her seemingly undying confidence while alternately showing the calm demeanour she kept around her patients in order to make them feel safe enough to talk to her about their innermost thoughts and experiences.​

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[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick was blinded by the light spilling from Jucinda's room. His eyes fell right on the dark haired brunette, speaking from her doorway. He would stand, as the secteray called his name once more for his appointment. You stupid idiot, he would jester his cool dull eyes at the secretary. As if he was blind and couldn't see the woman for himself. An urge to strike at the woman as he stride stiff pass her came over him. He neglected to act on his actions, instead push passed the brunette waiting for him at the doorway. "Yeah let's get this the fawk over with" he said casually on purpose. With no respect towards the woman and her profession, he sat right in the chair facing her desk.

The room small, but comfortable surround the seventeen year in egg hell paint. He withdrew a lighter from his pocket, and flick at the cool metal, setting a blaze the surface of his atmosphere With no regards to the rules, he sat for good amount of time flicking the lighter on and off. the blaze fire turn from a bright blue, to a fierce orange color. Phasing in out of color much like a mood ring, he played with that lighter wasting time. All the time he could waste just so he could stream his time out and hadn't to put up with the bullshit questioning Jucinda would ask every time of his visit.​

 

[Jucinda Tennison]

Of course the witch knew her next appointment would be Dederick Cullen, her sometimes excessive organisation skills allowed her to keep track of her patients well. It was evident Jucinda had memorised the main points that her current patient had said in previous sessions, no matter how few points there were. The counsellor required to do so in order to do her best to help her patients, when ultimately it was up to them to heal their own problems, Jucinda only acted as an aid in helping her patients through tough times, although most of her cases were a lot more complex than to be described with just a simple summary of 'tough times'. Jucinda ruffled up her wavy dark brown hair before closing the door to her office and turning to face her client. "Would you like to make yourself more comfortable on the couch?" The twenty one year old asked, ignoring the obvious fact Dederick was playing with a lighter and gesturing to the couch across the room. It was a standard question which Jucinda asked rather frequently, as it was easy for some patients to draw the conclusion they were supposed to reside in one of the chairs in front of her desk. It wasn't mandatory for a client to lie on the couch during an appointment, although Jucinda liked to give her patients the option to do so. The brunette prided herself in staying calm while she was with a client, keeping a safe atmosphere in her office was a key ingredient for Jucinda's success as a therapist.

The breeze that was entering Jucinda's antiquated office had strengthened, the healer made her way over to the window and closed it, feeling an almost instantaneous warmth cross over the room now that the rather chilling breeze could no longer irritate the twenty one year old's temperature. Jucinda dusted her hands together exactly as she had done a few short moments earlier and gave a pleasant nod at her client. The therapist moved to sit behind her desk, opening one of its draws as she sat down to retrieve Dederick's folder, the place she kept various notes and dialogue from their previous sessions. There was no need to Jucinda to flick through her patient's folder like she would habitually do at the start of an appointment, instead Jucinda waved her wand at a quill delicately placed on top a clean sheet of parchment, enchanting the quill to copy down every word shared between the two, a standard procedure for the brunette. "So, Dederick, where did we leave things the last time you were here?" Remained the next words to escape Jucinda's lips, she was leaving everything up to Dederick this session, it was a decision the twenty one year old optimised would end in a positive light. The witch kept her light hazel eyes on Dederick, while a warm smile graced her features, Jucinda always felt a tinge of uneasiness with every client she had, she had just escaped her teenage years herself, which lead her to believe that she wasn't wise enough to handle clients who were only a mere few years younger than her. ​

 

[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick rejected the offer. "No I'm fine here Jucinda" he recline on the cushion chair, flickering the lighter constantly, till he grew tired of the ominousness flames. He grew tired of the same old routine with Jucinda, so he toyed with her precious times with her. "How bout we talk about how you..don't..get laid very often and that's why you talk like you have something stuck anally up your arse" he chuckle. The dirty blonde brought humor to the small lifeless offices. He could go for hours alone to disgrace of her profession, so today he was going about this in a harsh way. "You got something I can get tipsy on? I need to speak the mind of a drunk" again he let out a round of laughter.​

 

[Jucinda Tennison]

The brunette had been disrespected countless times, it went along with her profession, after all, she did choose to specialise in adolescents and if she didn't expect to get insulted at least once and a while, she wouldn't be a very good therapist. Jucinda did her usual and brushed Dederick's abuses off her petite shoulders like she had just been told the colour of her own eyes. The twenty one year old was so used to having masses of insults thrown at her by more than angered teenagers, it was given she hardly even noticed she was being insulted anymore. The brunette raised an eyebrow at her patient, before saying pleasantly "Let's talk about why you feel the need to insult me like you do." and smiling calmly at the seventeen year old across her desk. Dederick honestly wasn't much different to her other patients, they were all troubled, and needed some help, and they all treated her as a punching bag most of the time, for insults that is. Things that were intended to lower her self-esteem and make her hate herself as much as they hated themselves, how her clients treated her did not affect the brunette at all, she was there to help them to help themselves out of whatever she was hired to. The witch made an effort to do the best job she could with every appointment she had, and she wasn't going to change her ways anytime soon. "Why do you feel you need to speak the mind of a drunk?" Jucinda asked, she was letting Dederick answer his own questions, it was how she worked, and it hadn't failed the twenty one year old so far, there was no reason for it not to work now. The healer's enchanted quill continued to jot down every word Dederick and she were saying, as Jucinda Tennison sustained a warm smile at her client.
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[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick sucked his teeth, "So that's no for the drink?" he dug into his right pocket and took out a silver bud holder. Taking out a rolled cig, he lite the damn thing and stuck into his mouth. Taking a long drag of the filter, made possible for him to cooperate with Jucinda. "Well Jucinda, it all started when I was a little lad, and I kept asking me mum about smex" he spoke cocky like, he was being senseless all the way."That story is boring, why not you tell me how you can help me? because quite frankly this isn't working out unless you better service to offer" meaning smex, "Than there's nothing you can do for me? Right" Dederick took a long drag of his cig, woman like Jucinda deserve what they get when they try to pry in other people's personal business.

"Now, I'm not trying to be a d!ck unless you want me too, but really what is your business with me other than to try and make sense of what goes on in my head?" in a weird way, it was helping. he was slipping all his guts out and it sucked like hell because he was to full of himself to notice what he was doing. "I'm curse, so what? What's there left to do?" he shrug his shoulders. "I live for the moment and anyone don't like it they can p!ss off, I don't care"

 

[Jucinda Tennison]

The twenty one year old smirked, not because of Dederick objectifying her like she assumed he did with most women, but because he was saying more than he was really meaning to. It was an obvious sign she was starting to get her client to talk, and hopefully continue talking until she got to something that was useful enough for her to ask another question, one that would make the teenager sitting across from her to think more, and analyse his own actions. Which had been the brunette's plan all along, it felt like an accomplishment to Jucinda that Dederick was talking, and she was listening intently, taking in every word that rolled off his tongue, it would all ultimately add up to him being a happier person in general. "Living in the moment is a very good thing to do, unless you get too carried away." Said the therapist, nodding in agreement, and communicating with Dederick in with her usual polite smile gracing her lips. Her next goal was to figure out if she could help Dederick any further; Jucinda had a gut feeling she would have to refer him on to a counsellor friend of hers, who might be more suited to Dederick's whole situation. This brought on the witch's next words. "You know what? I think I should refer you on to a friend of mine." Jucinda honestly thought it would be better off for the both of them, Dederick could be allowed more of a leeway to get the help he deserved, and Jucinda would be satisfied in knowing that her patient would be on the way to recovery.
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[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick sucked his lips, what she say did not benefit him at all. "I have my limits and right now I think you've reached yours Jucinda" he flick the ash from his bud and let it fall to his other open palm. He wasn't about to say it's a shame your dropping me, because that will be more of a hypocrite on his part. Jucinda and Dederick did not work, so he sat up and waited for the verdict. "What's her name and how will she help me?" he finger the lace buds and pinch the last bit of the end of it. His eyes were cold and still, "If she doesn't suits you know that means the end of my sessions. I'm 17 already" he reminded her.​

 

[Jucinda Tennison]

Dederick's reaction was a positive one in Jucinda's mind, by her assessment of his body language, the fact that he had sat up showed he was generally interested in whom she was going to refer him to and what would happen if she did. There was a possibility Lucy wouldn't be able to handle Dederick, but it was worth a shot in the least. "Her name's Lucy Madden, and I believe she will be more suited to you, in general." Replied the brunette, before putting Dederick's folder back into her desk, she will have to make sure to pass over the folder to Lucy by the end of the day. "You can schedule an appointment with Lucy once this session is over, the secretary will organise it for you." Said the twenty one year old, all Jucinda needed to do now was to continue to sit with Dederick until their session was over, which was more of a task than one would imagine, considering she had just referred him on to another counsellor, who would be the next person who was paid to talk to him, and let him figure out his own problems. "So, how's school going?" asked the therapist, as she leant forward a little, and tilted her head slightly to the side, in a standard questioning way. Jucinda didn't think she had asked Dederick about what his school was like, she had asked him what school he went to, but she never asked how the environment affected him.
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[Dederick Cullen]

Lucy Madden? He sat relaxed in his chair again, the name rang a bell. His mind form a vision of books, many, many books he saw once outside this very office and in one of the book's jacket he read the name L. Madden. An actual professional? He had a smile that made him look sinister, in his arrogant thoughts. "Why bother?" he rip away from thinking, staring coldly at Jucinda. "Why not make this time a little useful?" he stood up and walked over the table, heavy metal table that took up the much needed space she didn't really had. He sat right at the edge of the table, "For once let's talk about you? Shall we? I mean it's our last session togther" he was becoming passive with the thoughts of conjuring something malice right now. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

 

[Jucinda Tennison]

Dederick was acting exactly how Jucinda thought he would, arrogant. Lucy would undoubtedly be able to deal with Dederick more than the brunette could, the other counsellor's experience was a lot more broad than that of her own, due to the longer amount of time Lucy had spent in her profession, as opposed to the few short years Jucinda had spent working, and bettering herself at helping people realise and heal their own problems. As soon as the brunette had left her education at Hogwarts Scotland and her training as a healer, she obtained the job she had now. There was no time for Jucinda to focus on her own life, as she was pushed into helping teenagers through their own, so the possibility if a boyfriend had flew out the window completely. None of this was Dederick's business, so the twenty one year old wasn't going to answer his question. He was there so they could talk about him, not the other way around, and Jucinda wasn't going to make an exception to that. Instead of answering her client, Jucinda just ran a hand through her long, wavy dark brown locks and changed the subject "We have about ten minutes left, do you want to leave early?" the brunette said as her hazel eyes scanned her cuckoo clock, an undying habit of the healer, wanting to be prompt all the time was a great burden more often than not, but still, Jucinda couldn't help but look at the time as frequently as she could.
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[Dederick Cullen]

Shut down, Dederick decided to neither waste or approach the woman further of his saucy thoughts. He gave her a dirty look, than stood and stride away. "Whatever, die being old and rancid, see you around Jucinda" he cruelty remarked. It's not that he fancy her, he just liked woman whom were much older than him. All the younger, some like Jaden, complain about his rough exterior, but in real he could be quite a reasonably calm person when alone and nothing seem to be bothering on a day. He left the chambers of her office and exited the building completely, neglecting to sign up for his appointments with Lucy Madden, he'll get an owl either way.