An Outing With Anger ((Ethan))

[Eric Caolan R6]

“For heaven sakes, run a comb through that hair of yours, you look like a hoodlum.”

Eric rolled his eyes and sighed, running a hand through his hair and sending a sarcastic smile at his grandfather. Tierney Caolan scoffed and adjusted his robes. He was a tall man, distinguished and handsome, a very youthful looking despite his age. He grabbed Eric’s arm roughly and pushed him ahead. Eric stared at him angrily. The two were fighting this morning over the fact that Eric was not allowed to visit Mack this summer, and moreso the fact Keifer and Marianne were not coming to see their son for another week.

“I’ve been at school for months, and you won’t even let me see my own damn parents?” Eric had said.
“As long as you are under my roof, you will do as I say,” Tierney replied casually, but held a commanding tone.
“I never asked to live here! I’m a prisoner…”

Eric folded his arms and stood in front of the fireplace. They were traveling by Floo powder, since Eric was not able to Apparate just yet. He longed for his sixth year where he would learn the art of Apparation; traveling by Floo made him sick everytime. Larke, on of the Caolan house elves stood holding the Floo powder for the two wizards. Today, they were to go into Diagon Alley, evidently, Tierney was meeting a very important man in the Leaky Cauldron and Eric was to tag along (as usual). Tierney shoved past Eric and helped himself to the Floo, before stepping into the fireplace and clearly saying, “Diagon Alley!”

Eric sighed and pinched his own Floo, before Larke replied kindly, “Safe travels Master Eric. I hope you enjoy your trip to Diagon Alley.” Eric smiled at Larke, who had always been one of Eric’s friends, if that’s what you wanted to call it. Larke was the only person on the estate that Eric felt he could talk to. In a way, they were very similar, they had to stay in this prison until Tierney decided to set them free. “Thank you Larke.”

Eric followed suit and stepped into the fireplace, shouting his destination and ending up in what he believed was Flourish and Blotts. Tierney was chatting up another blueblood and gruffly introduced his grandson. Eric mumbled a greeting and took the opportunity to excuse himself. He knew his grandfather appreciated the gesture when he did not argue and let the boy go off on his own. Eric exited the shop and came into the busy Alley where many people were bustling about with packages and children. He wondered if any of his school mates were in Diagon Alley today, it would make nice to have some company.

[Ethan Jacobs G5]

It was Thursday, today. Boring old Thursday. Not Wednesday, where he and his friends went skate boarding together. Not Tuesday, where He was allowed to hang out with Hogwarts friends in the pureblood only country club. Not even Friday, where he at least got to leave town to go back to the country club for boring formal gatherings where he played cards all night with his friend Carey. (who was surprisingly only a friend, and wasn't on his long list of ex-girlfriends) Sadly not Sunday, when he spent countless hours with his girlfriend Ezzie. Nope, it had to be bring old Thursday. The parents were out at work and there were no friends around for a house party, so he was pretty much bored to pieces.

Maybe Ethan would go into Diagon Alley and see who was there? Maybe he could just slip away for a few hours, he had plenty of gold for shopping. Ethan thought this was a great idea and called for Marty, his family's free elf.

"Yes, master Ethan?" He said after a loud crack, he was upstairs cleaning hs parent's master bedroom.

"Don't let mom catch you saying that, you know how she feels about calling me master.."

"MASTER ETHAN IS RIGHT! BAD MARTY! BAD! BAD! BAD!" He said, as he slammed his head against the wall to punish himself.

"Marty, stop!" He ceased immidatley. "I would love it if you told mum and dad I'm in Diagon Alley for the day, just so I don't come back to be grounded this Sunday. Tell them I'll be back by curfew."

"Yes, master Ethan, I will make sure they know. "

"Thanks Marty, you're the best!" Ethan said with a kind smile.

"Master Ethan is too kind to little Marty." Ethan laughed as he dropped the Floo Powder into the fireplace and clearly stated, "Diagon Alley." He had been quite used to the sensation of traveling by Floo Powder, as he used it often. Ethan had barely enoguh time to blink before he was standing in Diagon Alley. He had no idea which shop he was in, but it didn't really matter. He stepped outside and saw the jam-packed streets of Diagon Alley. He turned around and no sooner did he notice a close friend from Hogwarts, Eric.

((sorry for the wait...computer issues.))

[Eric Caolan R6]

Eric smiled at the sight of Ethan Jacobs, a friend of his from school. He jogged through the crowd and right up to the fifth year Gryffindor. The two were friends from a while ago and Eric had always considered him a good one. Unlike Eric, Ethan was a pureblood, but it made no difference to him that Eric was not. After all, Ethan was a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin. Eric clapped Ethan on the back and grinned widely.

“Of all people I did not think I would run into you, Ethan,” he said, starting off in the direction he was originally walking. “Don’t you have parties to plan and hearts to break?”

He laughed at the thought; he knew that his friend was dating Esmeralda Mendez, but it was no secret that he had broken his share of hearts in the past. Eric was not as fortunate in the love department, but with such a hectic life, he hardly had the time for females and their problems in addition to his own. Perhaps one day he would be able to set his life aside for someone else’s feelings, rather than focus solely on himself. He envied Ethan in some ways, such that he had found someone to share his heart with. He laughed to himself; was he such a hopeless romantic that his mind filled with such thoughts?

“Truly mate, you must let me know of your next party, his Lordship cannot keep his reigns on me forever, now can he?” Eric chuckled. “Well, then, how has your summer been? I have not heard from you since end of term! Too busy chasing skirts to remember your old friend?”

He was kidding of course, as Ethan probably already knew. Those who knew Eric well, knew that few of the things he said were to be taken seriously. It was one of the things that made him who he was.

[Ethan Jacobs G5]

Eric had noticed him too, and he was weaving through the heavy crowd of shoppers to see him. At last he had arrived, although the people he had just left behind seemed a bit flustered at the temporary block in their path. Eric Caolan was a Ravenclaw a year older than him and had been his close friend for a very long time. Eric was not pure, like he was, but it didn't matter. His parents had always taught him not to set too importance to purity of blood. Eric did not live with his parents, but rather his grandfather, whom Eric talked about often. He had never met Eric's grandfather before, but the way Eric talked about him, a person would think this man was even more cruel than Voldemort himself.

“Of all people I did not think I would run into you, Ethan,” he said, starting off in the direction he was originally walking. “Don’t you have parties to plan and hearts to break?” Ethan laughed and gave a small shrug.

"Things have been getting rather quite back at home, I must say. But there should be another party sometime soon, with mum and dad gone to work for days at a time." Ethan sighed. "As for these heart breaks you speak of, I'm over them...for now. Ezzie seems right right for me, I just don't know how to explain it. Let's just say hearts of gold don't break very easilly." Ethan smirked. It was true, there were many heartbroken girls at Hogwarts, thanks to him. He always felt guilty knowing he had experience in the field of break-ups.

“Truly mate, you must let me know of your next party, his Lordship cannot keep his reigns on me forever, now can he?” Eric chuckled. “Well, then, how has your summer been? I have not heard from you since end of term! Too busy chasing skirts to remember your old friend?” Ethan laughed at Eric's joke.

"Now Eric, I don't chase skirts...they chase me." Ethan gave a mischievious smirk. "And as for parties, come by any time during the week, mum and dad are on a business trip, and I got my overage cousin to cast a spell on them so they would forget to check in on me from time to time, like they promised they would. It's parties every night from tonight through next Wednesday!" Ethan's stomach rumbled.

"You want to grab something to eat? I'm starved." Ethan sighed, thinking about Ezzie, who was back in London doing god knows what. "And by the way," Ethan added, "If you're coming tonight, or any other night this week, be sure that I'm going to try to set you up with someone. It scares me that you've gone so long without a girlfriend. We've got to change that-fast." Ethan smirked as he started to walk over to the nearest food place.

"I'm going to eat! Are you going to come?"