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*Lottiepot* · 07-14-2023, 08:05 PM

SPOILER!!: Broseph

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

"Recitals," he chuckled. "Sounds so prim and proper. Do you sip tea with your pinky finger up as well?" Not to say that he scoffed at recitals or even a classical concert, which may surprise people, but there were associations he had made with the term and being at a boarding school with a stuffy frog choir and just as stuffy orchestra run by certain professors Joseph had never taken to...the snark came out. He realized his snark was, typically, not received kindly and performed a belated kick of snow towards his dormmate as a feeble means of making light of his words. "I'm planning on attending at least one music festival over the summer," he pivoted, the details of which concert and how he was going to make it there were still to be determined. As a last resort it was slipping out into the night and calling the Knight Bus. "...if that's something you might be interested in..." His feet shuffled a bit, snow crunching beneath his boots, and he rubbed his nose with his knuckles briefly before returning his hands into the front pocket on his hoodie. "...hang out away from this institution and after showing them where they can stick exams."

It was a topic that fascinated Joseph to a degree while also unearthed a bit of generational guilt and hints of a superiority complex. There were, afterall, those in his family lineage who were Cult of Walpurgis sympathizers and had done their dirty work. Walpurgis fed into the ideology of the Neo-Alliance and having family, a legacy, that fell on the losing side of history was a heavy burden to carry sometimes. So he simply nodded in agreement - he and Fynn were in agreement on these matters so nothing more need be shared really.

Those words struck a certain chord. Joseph occasionally argued with himself while listening to his 'rage and roar' playlist about a similar sentiment - not wanting to be a failure. He already felt the burden of not being what his parents and siblings expected, so he didn't even try to fit into their mold anymore. Couldn't be a failure if you were not even trying, right? It was nonsensical logic and self deprecating, but it had spared him his sanity thus far so it was here to stay. "And what bars have they set? Not everyone can be a healer or auror." Which, from some of his observations, seemed to be the trendy ambitions among many peers.

’Recitals’ was near enough the close enough word for what Fynley had been able to perform in as a child. It wasn’t like they were going to let a twelve year old boy participate in a full on rock concert even if that had been his preference. He rolled his eyes playfully at Joseph, shaking his head. “Hey now, you surely know me well enough to know I’m not the prim and proper type?” His family weren’t poor but that didn’t mean he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and it wasn’t like he associated himself much with his family anyway. In fact he was seriously considering taking up a part time job over the summer in order to avoid spending time with his parents and sister and to make some spare cash of his own. The less his parents could hold over him the better in his opinion. It wasn’t that they were necessarily bad parents it was just that they had been distant ever since his ‘miracle’ sister was born. “Sadly they just wouldn’t let young me loose on a drum kit if I wasn’t performing in some concert or another. It was more cymbals and base drum and less high hat and snares” he chuckled.

Speaking of avoiding home during the summer, Joseph suggested that they might want to hang out and attend a few music festivals together. “Yeah, sure!” the Slytherin replied. It was pretty amazing how far their friendship had progressed since the first day they had met. Fynn was quite sure that his sociable and charismatic personality would grate on the quieter and reserved boy and he himself would get fed up of trying to make an effort to get his less sociable dormmates to do something with him. The truth was that Fynley quite enjoyed the relative quietness (if you ignored the loud music) of his dorm just as long as he wasn’t completely alone. It had seemed that despite their complete opposite personalities the two actually had a fair bit in common and the sixteen year old was starting to enjoy the time they spent together. “Have you ever been camping?” It wasn’t a true music festival experience unless you were wading ankle deep in mud and contending with a flood inside your tent but honestly that was part of the fun.

Admitting that he was struggling under the pressure was not something that Fynn readily shared with anyone so Joseph’s next question came as a bit of a surprise. His parents both worked respectable careers in the Wizarding World, one being an Obliviator and the other a Herbologist. They hadn’t outwardly expected Fynn to follow in one of their footsteps but the regular OWLs he received from home asking how studying was progressing was pressure enough. His shoulders shrugged in response. “Nothing particular they just want me to do well. They probably want me to go to the Ministry or University or something. Something academic, y’know?” The fifth year had no desire to be stuck behind a desk and despite the sociable aspect of school being great he couldn’t wait to be out of education full stop. “But that’s just not me.”

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"I'm planning on attending at least one music festival over the summer," he pivoted, the details of which concert and how he was going to make it there were still to be determined. As a last resort it was slipping out into the night and calling the Knight Bus. "...if that's something you might be interested in..." His feet shuffled a bit, snow crunching beneath his boots, and he rubbed his nose with his knuckles briefly before returning his hands into the front pocket on his hoodie. "...hang out away from this institution and after showing them where they can stick exams." It was a topic that fascinated Joseph to a degree while also unearthed a bit of generational guilt and hints of a superiority complex. There were, afterall, those in his family lineage who were Cult of Walpurgis sympathizers and had done their dirty work. Walpurgis fed into the ideology of the Neo-Alliance and having family, a legacy, that fell on the losing side of history was a heavy burden to carry sometimes. So he simply nodded in agreement - he and Fynn were in agreement on these matters so nothing more need be shared really. Those words struck a certain chord. Joseph occasionally argued with himself while listening to his 'rage and roar' playlist about a similar sentiment - not wanting to be a failure. He already felt the burden of not being what his parents and siblings expected, so he didn't even try to fit into their mold anymore. Couldn't be a failure if you were not even trying, right? It was nonsensical logic and self deprecating, but it had spared him his sanity thus far so it was here to stay. "And what bars have they set? Not everyone can be a healer or auror." Which, from some of his observations, seemed to be the trendy ambitions among many peers. ’Recitals’ was near enough the close enough word for what Fynley had been able to perform in as a child. It wasn’t like they were going to let a twelve year old boy participate in a full on rock concert even if that had been his preference. He rolled his eyes playfully at Joseph, shaking his head. “Hey now, you surely know me well enough to know I’m not the prim and proper type?” His family weren’t poor but that didn’t mean he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and it wasn’t like he associated himself much with his family anyway. In fact he was seriously considering taking up a part time job over the summer in order to avoid spending time with his parents and sister and to make some spare cash of his own. The less his parents could hold over him the better in his opinion. It wasn’t that they were necessarily bad parents it was just that they had been distant ever since his ‘miracle’ sister was born. “Sadly they just wouldn’t let young me loose on a drum kit if I wasn’t performing in some concert or another. It was more cymbals and base drum and less high hat and snares” he chuckled. Speaking of avoiding home during the summer, Joseph suggested that they might want to hang out and attend a few music festivals together. “Yeah, sure!” the Slytherin replied. It was pretty amazing how far their friendship had progressed since the first day they had met. Fynn was quite sure that his sociable and charismatic personality would grate on the quieter and reserved boy and he himself would get fed up of trying to make an effort to get his less sociable dormmates to do something with him. The truth was that Fynley quite enjoyed the relative quietness (if you ignored the loud music) of his dorm just as long as he wasn’t completely alone. It had seemed that despite their complete opposite personalities the two actually had a fair bit in common and the sixteen year old was starting to enjoy the time they spent together. “Have you ever been camping?” It wasn’t a true music festival experience unless you were wading ankle deep in mud and contending with a flood inside your tent but honestly that was part of the fun. Admitting that he was struggling under the pressure was not something that Fynn readily shared with anyone so Joseph’s next question came as a bit of a surprise. His parents both worked respectable careers in the Wizarding World, one being an Obliviator and the other a Herbologist. They hadn’t outwardly expected Fynn to follow in one of their footsteps but the regular OWLs he received from home asking how studying was progressing was pressure enough. His shoulders shrugged in response. “Nothing particular they just want me to do well. They probably want me to go to the Ministry or University or something. Something academic, y’know?” The fifth year had no desire to be stuck behind a desk and despite the sociable aspect of school being great he couldn’t wait to be out of education full stop. “But that’s just not me.” __________________