punishment (Logan)

[Fitzy Patricks]

It's likely not a good thing that I don't even know how long it's been since I was here... or even since I talked to Arden at all. I mean, I know that we're both hermits, but it's really inexcusable - even if she did take off for Canada without even letting me know, and then by the time she got back I was avoiding everybody 'cause I'd abandoned my daughter to rejoin the deatheaters.

So maybe this is some kind of karma, like she's always talking about. Because I stopped bothering to know what was going on in her life, something happened in it that I really, really do not like.

I'm perfectly okay with the fact that she's an adult and all of that, and I'm not even very good at the whole big-brotherly thing. I didn't mind Travis once I established that he was a nobody; or Riley even though something about him's always bothered me a bit, like the fact he's thick as cement. But I can't help but feel this is some sort of punishment now, that Arden is... romantically involved somehow with Logan.

There are three and only three people I've ever really wanted to kill. If given the chance and the power to pick five people whose lives would be snuffed out at my command... I suppose I could think of two more, but I doubt I would care much just as long as I got these three.

Incidentally, there are three and only three people I've ever truly been afraid of, and... funny that... they're the same. Logan is approximately second on the list.

So it's with a sense of dread, and a pretty good idea that we're going to wind up yelling at each other, that I walk up to Arden's house and knock sharply. I'm almost totally certain it's the right one.

[Logan Andrews]

It appears I'm having a sensible day, today. As in I'm not needlessly risking everything by wondering around outside or anything.
It's probably not entirely sensible to be sitting here and...well, just sitting here. I give myself too much time to just think if I'm doing this and thinking really isn't working for me.

I just tend to wind up more confused when I'm thinking, so I intend to just go with the flow and try not to really take notice of anything. This is all well and good when I'm doing something, but I rarely have anything to do.
There don't tend to be many recreational choices for escaped murderers around, and I don't have enough patience to focus on menial things. Not that I have anything menial to be doing, anyway.

I think that I might wish Arden was here. I wouldn't be as bored then, and I do quite like seeing her I suppose. I skip over that thought briskly though, because it's still weird.
But I don't know where she is...at work or something, maybe.
And that's why when there's a knock at the door, I know they're going to have to go away again.

I'm not allowed to answer the door after all. It's obviously a stupid thing to do, and I got reprimanded enough when I let Riley in that time so I've learnt my lesson, I suppose.
Go away, I think idly in the direction of the door, because now there's probably going to be a spell of irritating knocking where whoever it is keeps doing it without comprehending that Arden obviously isn't here and that's why no one is answering the door.

[Fitzy Patricks]

Dammit. I sigh impatiently when a few more minutes pass and she's not replied. So either she's not here, and I've missed her and will have to go away again and probably not get around to coming back for a couple of weeks... or she's not here and I should break into her house to wait until she comes back... or, she is here and I really do not want to break in.

But I'm hoping the chances of that are pretty slim, and I really don't like the first one. And it must be fate or something anyway, that I'm destined to come in here, because when I jiggle the knob I find that it's unlocked. Will have to tack on a sentence or two about that when we have our lovely talk, I think, pushing open the door.

And that's when I notice Logan, sitting there like he belongs, and I suddenly feel slightly to murderous to have a lovely, civil talk with anyone.

[Logan Andrews]

I glance up when I hear the door opening. Hadn't really been expecting that.
Was I supposed to lock it or something?
If I was, I obviously didn't and now I'm going to have to pay for it because I think that I'd actually rather just sit here in mind numbing boredome for the next however long than be forced to interact with Fitzy.

I stand up quite fast, all said and done, which is probably just a bit too defensive as if I'm expecting a confrontation. But I am, I suppose.
He looks quite murderous, which is vaguely concerning, and also hints towards the 'he knows' side of the spectrum.
I think I'm being tested. I've stopped testing myself by going out and becoming desensitized to people I'd like to hurt, so now he's come here to test me further because I'm unprepared for dealing with it. I don't know where my wand is though, which is probably also a good thing.

"Uh...hello," I say after a moment, because it feels like something really should be said or we'll both stand here and stare at each other like idiots.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Hello," I mutter, nearly growling, after a moment in return. I'm torn between just leaving now and heading over to that library or wherever Arden might be, and hexing him quickly before he can react. Instead, I just move jerkily, stiffly, clenching my fist to keep from reaching for my wand because I made up my mind before coming here that I'd be civil. With Arden, not with him, but right now I'm too angry to think straight enough to alter the plan.

I'm not too angry to be witty though, so I look up at the ceiling and around the room a minute. "Funny, this doesn't look like Azkaban. I think I must've taken a wrong turn."

[Logan Andrews]

I pause, half-scowling, then decide that I have no comebacks. No, none at all.
I'm not really surprised about that, but it's still quite irritating not to be able to reply properly.
I don't think I have to worry about Azkaban as much with him, because I'll turn him in if he turns me in. It doesn't mean much that he's not as bad as me, he's still got the mark, they'd still put him away. So I think I'm safe, unless he's got a total disregard for himself.

"What do you want? She's not here."
Clearly.
And also I really don't want to talk to him. And also my wand is...somewhere. I find the further away it is the less tempted I am to use it. And also this is probably going involve raised voices and potentially violence, we'll just have to see on that count, and I really can't be bothered.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"To talk to her about you, actually," I say, half-snorting. "Any idea when she'll be back, or d'you hide the body already?"
I hate having to ask him any questions, that he knows more about her whereabouts than I do, making that last tacked-on bit quite necessary though I'd really rather not think he really has killed her, and I doubt he cares enough that the comment's going to bother him.

[Logan Andrews]

I'm obviously having a really slow day, because again I really can't think of anything that even vaguely resembles a witty response to that either. I'm not sure I entirely want to either, because I'm bored with this already, and again I don't like what he's said.
"Haven't killed her, don't intend to, no idea when she'll be back."
Hm, I sound really bored too, actually. I didn't quite intend to make it so obvious.
I think it also might bother me what he's insinuated, but I have come to the conclusion that I probably am going to wind up hurting her anyway and should stop being selfish and just disappear already, but I really don't want to and I am very selfish so I am going to stay. It's really that simple.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Hm." I scowl at him for lack of anything better to say, and decide to make myself comfortable leaning back against the wall. "Well if you don't mind then I guess I'll just stay here and wait 'til she gets back."

[Logan Andrews]

"You go right ahead and do that," I gesture at the wall he's leant back against as if I really don't care what he's going to do.
I really do care and I really do want him to go away because now I can't leave and am just going to have to hang around here and scowl a lot. It's going to be like Riley, but worse because I didn't need to be wary of Riley.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Not that I need your permission," I mutter, raising my eyebrows. Which, sadly, is almost not true. I really almost do need his permission, because I generally do need Arden's to be at her house like this, and while I'm sure that she normally would look at me oddly if I asked permission to stand by her wall, I kind of have the feeling that if she did magically show up now, and I asked, she'd tell me to get out.
That's why I hate him so much. That and the general psychosis, of course, but a pretty large part of it is and always has been the fact that Arden will and always has chosen him over me.

[Logan Andrews]

I wasn't granting him permission there. It was more for the sake of saying something, and if he was anyone else I might try and explain this, but because it's Fitzy and because that seemed to annoy him I'm just going to leave it uncorrected.
And also I'm not going to say anything...because much as I do enjoy aggravating people and Fitzy was one of my favourite people to aggravate, I'm also aware that he has his wand and I don't know where mine is and that could be a problem.

[Fitzy Patricks]

And now I've gone and stuck myself here when already I'm wishing I'd left and gone down to the library because how many other places could she be? But I'm just going to announce this and walk out and let him smirk at me, even if I do hate standing here silently, waiting.
It'll probably be more entertaining, if stupid, to try and annoy him, so I don't know why I'm bothering with silence anyway.
"So how did you get out? I'm assuming they didn't release you."

[Logan Andrews]

"Magician never reveals his secrets, no one ever tell you that?"
I don't think that mentally willing him to go away with an increasing degree of urgency is actually going to help, but I'm going to keep doing it.
I didn't really think this was going to happen. I wonder who the hell told him about this anyway, because I just sort of assumed this would not ever be an issue.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Only muggles," I shrug, smirking faintly because I'm fairly certain he won't appreciate the comparison.

[Logan Andrews]

"Very funny," I mutter, supressing a scowl although my tone comes across as somewhat more like a growl than I would have liked as a result.
I walked right into that one, I suppose but that doesn't mean I liked it.

[Fitzy Patricks]

I half-grin for a moment, feeling probably a bit too triumphant in perspective.
"So... have you been killing the neighbors then?" I ask, casually looking around the house because now I really want to rub it in.

[Logan Andrews]

I want to smack that grin right off his face and my hand actually twitches, which is a little strange, but I just shove my hands into my pockets and ignore the temptation.
"I think I've been resisting fairly well," I nod, casually, as if we're discussing something very trivial indeed.
Of course it does bother me that this is a muggle neighbourhood, but if I just pretend that it isn't then it's fine. Or if I just don't think about it, obviously.
I really wish he'd go and find Arden himself if he wants to talk to her so badly.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Hm," I say eloquently in response, because I'm wondering now if my idiot sister would even o anything about it if he was going around killing people.

[Logan Andrews]

"So how have you been Fitzy?" I ask after a moment, tilting my head in a sort of jerky, irritated fashion because now I'm trying too hard to force being normal when I'd still quite like to hurt him, "Heard about that little uprising not long ago."
About the same time I got out, actually. Which is unfortunate because if I get caught...well, when I get caught, it's going to look like my breakout and that idiot bunch of death eaters were connected.
I don't even care about that anymore either. I just don't want to talk about killing people anymore, especially about the abudance of muggles so close by that would make brilliant victims if I did snap.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Heard about it, did you?" I ask. "Got out too late to join it, I suppose? Too bad. I'm sure they ll missed you."
I wonder if he's aware that he's come close to pushing one of my buttons in return for what I've said to him, or if he's just taking a shot in the dark. I'm not exactly proud of the whole abandoning-my-daughter-to-rejoin-a-moment-that-was-doomed-from-the-start-anyway fiasco. But I don't see how he'd know that.

[Logan Andrews]

"Heard about it," I nod, then roll my eyes, "Oh yes, damn shame I missed my chance to join up again. Enjoyable, was it? Or did I not really miss anything?"
Hm, appears I may have hit some nerve or another with that though. I could just drop it and be silent again, but I think I might like to keep going until I find out exactly what it was and get him back for pissing me off. Hopefully, it'll pass the time.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Honestly, I don't think you did," I shrug, laughing faintly. "Disorganized bunch of idiots. They killed a couple people, of course, but a lot of them probably do that anyway."
Good. I guess he doesn't know anything about me and Melody and that whole business.

[Logan Andrews]

Huh...so that's not it...
Apparently, it wasn't the mention of the actual movement itself that annoyed him.
"So what did you do then?" I ask, shifting my weight from one foot to the other in a fidgety sort of way as I realise how long I've been standing still.
I can't really see him actually killing someone...did he do much of that before? I don't remember. But he must have done something or he wouldn't have been annoyed before. Or did I just imagine him being annoyed and put too much weight on it because I wanted to annoy him in return? I don't know.

[Fitzy Patricks]

I shrug a little twitchily, no immediate response coming to mind... other than the truth. Oh, tried to avoid it all until I ran into Servansikk and she blackmailed me. Then I ditched my kid but hey, I got her back now so it's all good.
"Oh, you know, the usual," I say dryly after a moment. "Torturing and maiming."
I'm not exactly known among deatheaters as a good example to follow, someone to look up to or anything like that. I used the killing curse on a total of two people in the whole curse of the war, only one of whom actually died, and spent most of my time either laying low or switching sides. So hopefully that answer's vague enough.

[Logan Andrews]

I'm bored now anyway. I don't care enough to press it. He can keep his reasons and his secrets for all I care.
And I catch that thought quickly, labelling it as immature. That's been happening increasingly often now that I'm actually bothering to pay more than a little attention to what's going on in there.
"Of course," I shrug, nonchalantly so it really is very clear that I am bored and he is boring me.
I don't really want to talk about death eaters anymore...that also bores me now, because it's not relevant anymore.
I think I'll take the silence though, because there is obviously a reason that he's here and it's to talk to Arden and I'm worried that this is going to turn around and we're going to have to talk about her instead because she's not here for him to warn away from me. Which is what he's going to do. Quite rightly, probably.

[Fitzy Patricks]

I nod in brief acknowledgment of the fact he's spoken and also to acknowledge that that topic's pretty well dead now... thank god.
Maybe I should just leave. I'm not really sure anymore that there's anything I can say to annoy him as much as his existence annoys me, and even the true purpose of the visit - talking to Arden - is probably futile 'cause she's an idiot, so I really don't know why I'm even here.

[Logan Andrews]

I'd still really quite like him to leave, and just never see him again.
It's just been a very pointless situation anyway, although I'm sure when he has left I might regard it gratefully because it broke up the tedium, but right now I just really hate the fact that he exists and is allowed to continue existing. Hypocritical as that is, I know, because even Fitzy is probably superior to me and that bites.
"You know, you could always go and find her, instead of waiting for her," I suggest none too subtley, shrugging.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"True," I shrug. "But maybe I just really like annoying you, and I may as well do that since talking to her won't do any good, anyway."
Hm. That was honest of me.

[Logan Andrews]

"You should try harder," I suggest, "I'm just mildly irritated at the moment."
I'm a little surprised by his honesty though, so it takes me a few seconds worth of pause to reply.
"And it might do some good, worth a try," I shrug, half-amusedly, because really it didn't take very long for him to discourage himself and also I think it'd be quite amusing to hear such a conversation.