- Messages
- 901
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13 Inch Rigid Pine Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 38
It had been almost an entire year since Cess announced she was pregnant with her new child, which meant it had been almost a year of Jon feeling a mixed of alienated and replaced by his family. The recent revelations involving his late father and family history certainly did not help this, and Jon, who had always faced issues with identity and was a mess of anxiety and extreme introversion to begin with, was left to wallow in his sorrows alone whether he wanted to or not. The professor was more than aware that christmas, the anniversary of his new found problems, was crawling closer by the day and it did nothing to help his anxieties that seemed to be worsening in synchronization with it. Gradually, his usual routine and coping mechanisms of an extra few glasses of gin and tonic in the evenings while losing himself within the stories in his video games didn't suffice to tide him over and help him feel a sense of normal. He felt as if he was slowly going insane from everything he was feeling, and that night it seemed to have reached a boiling point where he could no longer bottle everything up for everyone else's benefit. In the midst of slight drunkenness, on a whim fueled by dutch courage, Jon needed to speak to someone, and he needed to do so immediately.
So on such a whim he had scribbled down a poorly constructed note, with an equally poorly written address and directions to his house, to send to Monty Pendleton. A colleague and by Jon's definition, a friend, as he both trusted the man and respected him. On numerous occasions throughout the year, Monty had offered his shoulder to Jon, saying that he could contact him if it was ever needed and on each of those occasions Jon had kindly refused due to an overriding fear of being a burden on the other man. That night had a very different set of circumstances, with the extra alcohol in Jon's system and his worries becoming all too much for him to handle so contacting Monty seemed like a good idea, and a necessary one at that. Jon began to feel apprehensive to send the note after it was written, though managed to swallow the feeling before he sent it, using an owl he had hired earlier in the semester to contact students about classes. As he waited for a response he slouched onto his sofa, feeling as if he was sinking into the cushions as his dog jumped up to lay next to him.
So on such a whim he had scribbled down a poorly constructed note, with an equally poorly written address and directions to his house, to send to Monty Pendleton. A colleague and by Jon's definition, a friend, as he both trusted the man and respected him. On numerous occasions throughout the year, Monty had offered his shoulder to Jon, saying that he could contact him if it was ever needed and on each of those occasions Jon had kindly refused due to an overriding fear of being a burden on the other man. That night had a very different set of circumstances, with the extra alcohol in Jon's system and his worries becoming all too much for him to handle so contacting Monty seemed like a good idea, and a necessary one at that. Jon began to feel apprehensive to send the note after it was written, though managed to swallow the feeling before he sent it, using an owl he had hired earlier in the semester to contact students about classes. As he waited for a response he slouched onto his sofa, feeling as if he was sinking into the cushions as his dog jumped up to lay next to him.