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Word Count - 525
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Piers walked down Privet Drive, kicking stones as he went. His eyes automatically went to number four, though he quickly looked away when he saw it was, once more, dark. It always was these days.
The green grass had grown long, and was unkept, an odd sight when Piers knew how anal Mrs Dursley could be about appearances.
He wondered if the family would ever return from the so called sabbatical.
He missed Dudley every day. It was strange, being so used to having someone there, and then having them gone in the next breath, with next to no warning.
Dudley had mentioned something about that freak cousin of his, but all Piers really took away from the conversation was that Dudley was leaving and Piers was being left behind.
Why was he always the one left behind?
It was a running theme in his life, it seemed, one that he didn't know how to break. His mother left him, back when he'd been tiny, so tiny that he barely remembered her. He didn't know why she'd left, but she'd never bothered coming back for him.
His father left him, not even a year ago, when his drinking and drug taking finally caught up with him.
Piers couldn't say he wasn't glad that his father had left him, though he also wasn't sure it even counted. Can someone leave when they've never really been there in the first place?
Now he had Max, but Piers wasn't holding out hope that his cousin would stick around. It had been nine months,and still, Piers wasn't convinced.
Surely Max was just waiting until Piers was eighteen and 'adult' before he got on with his life without Piers, his familial duty done?
Hell, if Dudley could leave—and Piers was pretty sure that Dudley was the first person who'd ever actually liked Piers—then anyone could.
Piers kicked a rock down the street, wincing when it clattered against a grid in the road. It was late, and the last thing he needed was the police to be alerted to him being out and about.
Max would definitely leave if Piers started being brought home by the police.
He should just go home, he knew. His nightly check on Dudley's house hadn't been any different to any of the other umpteen times he'd walked the same route, and really, he had nothing else he wanted to be doing.
Without Dudley there, nothing seemed fun anymore.
He let himself into the house he shared with Max quietly, not wanting to wake his cousin up, only to find him in the kitchen, a sheet of cookies in front of him on the able.
"Grab an icing bag," was all Max said, despite the late hour. "You can help me ice these, since I'm pretty sure you're going to help me devour them."
Piers stared at him for a long moment before he nodded, and grabbed an icing bag from the side.
Max would undoubtedly leave at some point, Piers knew, but for now, he was there and that was more than could be said for anyone else.
It would have to be enough.
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North - Wreath, Step 3. Seasonal Greeting Banner - Privet Drive
East - Cookies for Santa - 16. Oatmeal Raisin Cookies - Piers Polkiss
South - Menorah - 20. Green
365. 325. Freak