March 20th, 1891 - Moony-Wormtail Boxing Match
Boxing matches were dangerous for Arthur, and usually he tried to avoid them - he'd avoided them for years, even before he'd given up the rest of it, because unless he was fighting (he usually was not fighting) he desperately wanted to guess as to the outcome of the match, and to put money on it. A boxing match had once cost him the collateral of his house - that wasn't the sort of thing he was keen to repeat.
But he'd seen the match advertised in one of the London bars. He hadn't even planned on coming to it - (well, maybe) - until he was in London that day, and then he just planned on stopping by the venue, and then, oh, what was the harm in stepping inside? What was the harm in buying a ticket, to watch the match?
And if they were taking bets, which they were, with a one galleon minimum - what was the harm in betting five galleons?
Art stood near the edges of the stand, not yet finding his seat - he had a drink in his hand but had not taken any sips from it. He was suddenly finding it hard to focus, finding his brain caught on the fact of it - the thrill of the bet, and it was only five galleons, and he didn't even know much about either boxer, having realized ages ago that it was healthier for him if he did not track those things.
Five galleons was not a lot of money, in terms of the money he had once spent on boxing matches like this. There wasn't collateral involved. It was all done on credit. It was probably not the most money anyone was spending here today; hell, he was sure he wasn't the largest bet in the books.
Five galleons was also over half a week's wages, was more money than he kept on him, was enough of a chunk of change that he could not recall the last time he'd spent five galleons on something in one sitting. Five galleons was a significant amount of money to bet, frivolously - and Desdemona didn't work anymore - and he could not believe the venue had actually accepted his credit, because he didn't have any anymore. He'd ruined his life once. It would not be difficult to do it again.
Arthur found his chest constricting, his breath wasn't coming out right - the gravity of what he'd done, what he was in the process of doing, what he'd been doing since the end of January, finally hit him.
But he'd seen the match advertised in one of the London bars. He hadn't even planned on coming to it - (well, maybe) - until he was in London that day, and then he just planned on stopping by the venue, and then, oh, what was the harm in stepping inside? What was the harm in buying a ticket, to watch the match?
And if they were taking bets, which they were, with a one galleon minimum - what was the harm in betting five galleons?
Art stood near the edges of the stand, not yet finding his seat - he had a drink in his hand but had not taken any sips from it. He was suddenly finding it hard to focus, finding his brain caught on the fact of it - the thrill of the bet, and it was only five galleons, and he didn't even know much about either boxer, having realized ages ago that it was healthier for him if he did not track those things.
Five galleons was not a lot of money, in terms of the money he had once spent on boxing matches like this. There wasn't collateral involved. It was all done on credit. It was probably not the most money anyone was spending here today; hell, he was sure he wasn't the largest bet in the books.
Five galleons was also over half a week's wages, was more money than he kept on him, was enough of a chunk of change that he could not recall the last time he'd spent five galleons on something in one sitting. Five galleons was a significant amount of money to bet, frivolously - and Desdemona didn't work anymore - and he could not believe the venue had actually accepted his credit, because he didn't have any anymore. He'd ruined his life once. It would not be difficult to do it again.
Arthur found his chest constricting, his breath wasn't coming out right - the gravity of what he'd done, what he was in the process of doing, what he'd been doing since the end of January, finally hit him.
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