Who: Tibby & Fletcher What: IDK...SOMETHING When: Tuesday Where: I guess the Abaddon Summer home? Warnings: TBD Status: Incomplete
Fletcher had taken to spending more time at the Abaddon summer home after his conversation with Tiberius. At least, he wanted to be sure that he was doing alright now. He did not wish to leave him to the possibility of getting harmed again. Not that he outwardly said so. No, he kept to himself about these things. It didn't matter what Felixa said. Pansy was right. He shouldn't have to talk about things. It only made it unpleasant.
He let out a small sigh as he waited for Tiberius to come back from...wherever it was he'd gone. It might have been to get a snack or go to the bathroom. His reasoning had been given after a particularly long one-sided conversation about some Muggle TV show. He'd zoned out after a moment and then he nodded at something Tiberius said and he'd gotten up to...do something. He frowned, settling back against the couch, staring at whatever was on the television. "Tibby? Are you quite alright," he called out after a moment.
"I don't need to save you from whatever you've gotten yourself caught up in, do I?"