The one thing that Seth had wanted to avoid for so long was upon him. Job applications were strewn across the mahogany of his writing desk in his bedroom. Job applications with the emblem of the institution he’d desperately been trying to get away from plastered all over them in gold. The eighteen year old sighed heavily, almost wishing that he was back in school already. To not have to deal with this shit would have made his life, but it had to be done. He didn’t really care which department took him, as long as he didn’t get involved in anything as rigorous as Auror training. He wasn’t committed enough to the greater good to do anything like that, but he supposed stalking and hexing and interrogating people couldn’t have been too bad to begin with. Only other offputting thing was how long it took to get to that stage.
He wouldn’t have bothered coming back home if Aline hadn’t agreed to come stay with him for awhile. She was like... a mediator, a savior, someone that calmed him down, no matter how bad the circumstances were. She was his rock, and no matter how much he hated admitting it, even to himself, he needed her. Only her, though. Nobody else had measured up til this point and Seth doubted anyone ever would. Faintly, he feared the day when her commitment issues did indeed dissipate and she found someone that would be what she needed. Started a family. Went on with her life, happy and alive and free -- also three things Seth was doubtful he would ever touch.
Seth’s inheritance was pretty dismal compared to the rest of his siblings’. He wouldn’t inherit the manor, Gareth would. The sums of money that went to all of his older siblings would likely be greater than his own lump, but he was still hopeful that his parents, mainly thanks to his mother, would at least give him some money to get out on his own and get settled. He was doing what they wanted, wasn’t he? Getting a godforsaken job at their precious Ministry of Magic? What the hell else did they want from him?
Since he’d been home, his father hadn’t ceased the fight-picking. With some intervention from his sister and his mother, things were less gruelling, but it was still hard on his stress level. He just wanted to go out to the club and get drunk and forget all about adulthood for right then. Swearing loudly, Seth flung his quill across the room, which he’d just broken on accident from pressing too hard, and watched the ink splatter all over his neutral-colored wall. Shortly after his fit of anger, Seth drew his wand from his pocket and muttered a spell that both repaired the quill and cleaned up his mess. He needed a distraction. Maybe he’d go raid the liquor cabinets, after all.
He’d been up in his room for so long that he had no idea who was actually around and who wasn’t, but it was a little past lunchtime, so he figured that the greater part of his family had gone back to work. Jumping slightly, Seth clutched his wand tightly and tensed at the creak of his door being opened. Immediately upon seeing the figure’s shape and face, he relaxed, an easy smile creeping across his handsome features, even reaching his eyes, which it rarely did. “Hey, Allie. You came in at just the right time. I’m so sick of these damn applications..” He said softly, tossing the wand onto the table, not without some angry red sparks coming out of the end. Temperamental, much? No wonder the wand had picked him to be its owner.
