6 Sept 2022
7:15am on a Thursday
#5C Burgoyne Burbidges Lofts
Figaro Sellaphix's flat

Figaro alit on the roof of the magically concealed converted factory at a hasty clip, hitting the tar at a jog. He continued this hurried pace to his apartment on the fifth floor where he flung open the door, slammed it behind him and threw his old broom across the room. He was on the edge of angry, embarrassed, confused tears.

He was hard-pressed to think of a time he'd felt this torn apart. He'd been angry before, he'd been afraid, he'd been sorrowful, he'd even been heart-broken, but this bizarre mix of them all, it was more than the young wizard knew how to swallow.

Her laugh rang in his ears, mirthful and mean. She'd hadn't used the word, but the look was pity. It was unbearable. Figaro moved around the small messy space, unsure what to do with his hands. He alternated between aggressively rubbing at his face and hair. He checked the icebox and closed it again, rummaged through the cupboards. Then he decided all in a hurry to shower. He peeled off his clothes, the ones he'd chosen yesterday morning, the ones he'd taken off last night, and put on again this morning from Wilhemena's posh white rug. He left them in a trail behind him and got into the shower before the water was even hot.

It did something to sooth the anxious need in his hands and throat and face. The emotion made his skin ache, the pressure of holding in ugly sobs needed an outlet and the cold (and warming) shower did the trick.

Figaro leaned against the wall of the small cubicle and slid down to sad sitting; he was not unaware he was the picture of a scene in a movie. For some reason, this comforted him. He was sad, he was pathetic and crying in the shower was the only thing that felt right. The violence of Figaro Sellaphix began and ended at throwing brooms at fireplaces. The ability to think rationally in the face of humiliating heartbreak extended about that far as well.

He sat there for a long time until he got tired, until he couldn't run the events of the morning over and over in his head.

He'd said something about the future, too far in the future. She'd laughed, turned cold, and shoo'd him away with a sniff and that look. She'd looked inconvenienced. She'd looked annoyed.