#* raphael brown patil. > interactions.

[ccacoethes]

—  private hospital room, st mungo's hospital,  with penny brown-patil.  @thirdwars

it feels as if his happiness ( if he was even happy to begin with ) is coming to a permanent close. not just that, but the method is slow and torturous, like a bandaid caught in a wound being peeled ever so slowly. the news of the daily prophets new article left him speechless win rage, to have his privacy tossed aside like a luxury he doesn't deserve.

now the part he plays of the perfect quidditch star is more crucial than ever. raphael refuses to let the article win, not when he knows deception to be one of his strongest attributes. and yet with penny incoming, he feels nauseous. he fears to hear the word werewolf spoken with disdain and horror from the person that should know him best. if penny can't accept him, how could anyone else? rafe's sitting up, anxiously scrolling through social media when he hears the door of the private room open. eyes meet hers, his heart drops. “ i'm sorry.”  there's also guilt. from telling her he'd come back in one piece and sitting here barely held together. his arms begin to open, waiting for an embrace.

[legilliimens]

another tag drop !

[ccacoethes]

—  the unicorn reserve,  with parvati brown-patil.  @unchosens​

rafe was in never dressed appropriately for a creature reserve, but when you’ve gotten a little too good at cleaning spells, why settle for anything but your best? but this visit doesn’t feel the same as his memories of the reserve with his mother. the air is heavier now, he finds it harder to breathe here than when he was back in a hospital bed. raphael grew up hoping to be everything his mothers were, but neither of them are liars like he is, so where did he learn that? “ mm? oh, nah, i don’t need a chair, mum. promise. it’s nice to be standing again.”  but it’s not fully healed, he sports a crutch and still any pressure sends a sharp jolt of pain to his knee and ankle and with that jolt comes a flash of the woman who caused it, with rage in her voice that felt feral. 

“ is there anything easy i can do? like make tea?”  the last thing he wants is to address the stories in the daily prophet ( he’s still not done beating himself up for someone invading his privacy ), he doesn’t dare ask if she’s even seen the article. raphael hopes he can ward off that line of questioning with his usual carefree calm.