Somewhere Only We Know (Brennan)

Timothy sat by himself at a table in the corner of the little pub. He had a small, frosty glass of pumpkin juice. He came here often in the days following the fall of the dome. It soothed his nerves a bit. However, it was somewhat troublesome being here. So many memories laid in the walls. Timothy and the love of his life...well rather the first part of his life, had come to be together. Reginald had sadly turned out to be a Death Eater. The betrayal was still fresh in Timothy's scarred heart.

But the past was the past. Reginald would always hold a special place in Timothy's heart, but he knew that it was time to move on. Being alone for the rest of his life wasn't very intriguing to Timothy. However, he had no clue where to start looking. It was still a bit of a controversial thing to be a homosexual wizard, let alone a homosexual wizard professor. But, that was the life that Timothy took on. And he had no intent in changing.

Brennan hadn't heard about the trouble at Hogwarts, at least not until recently. No one he knew worked at the school, no one that went there was a part of his life. So when he heard the news in the Daily Prophet, he was a bit shocked. But now, it was all over, the dome was down, there wasn't anything he could do, nor would there have been if he had known about it sooner. He was a chef, a cook and nothing he did would help those that were in trouble under the dome. Not that he was ashamed of his job, quite the contrary, he was happy where he was in life. Well with his career anyhow. He was reaching the age of thirty and still no prospects for a spouse or children. It was his goal to have a family, one like he grew up in, but it was starting to look like that was only a pipe dream.

That was why he found himself at a little pup, after the night shift at work. He had catered to a fabulous wizard party and now he was beyond tired. His eyes could barely stay open but he needed a little something after an night like he had. He walked into the pub and up to the bar. "I'll have a scotch and water please." The bartender looked at him like he was crazy but made his drink anyhow. The man took the glass and turned to look around the room.  His eyes fell on an empty table near a man who was drinking pumpkin juice out of a frosted glass. He walked over, sat down and started to sip on his scotch.

Timothy's body was sore from tribulations he faced during the time of the dome. The creature attacks and the like left his body scarred and bloodied. His chest and legs were bruised beyond recognition and his healing would be slow and painful. It took much effort on Timothy's part to even lift the glass of pumpkin juice to his lips. It went down smoothly. Timothy looked at the man that sat at the table next to his own. The man was very attractive, and he appeared familiar.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do we know each other? You seem incredibly familiar. Are you the parent of one of the students at Hogwarts?" Timothy felt odd inquiring so much to a man that as far as he knew was a stranger. But in Timothy's current state, he wasn't ashamed to be inquisitive. He learned life is a one time thing, so why not live it?