Who: Tracey and Theo What: talking When: Thursday evening Where: Theo's (well, pretty much theirs now) place Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
It had been a long day, and Theodore was tired. He had felt like he had been using more energy than usual lately, to be on his guard, especially where his mind was concerned. He had been accustomed to keeping secrets safe in his mind, specifically information about his patients. He prized their safety before his own, generally, believing in his own ability to take care of himself, but recent events had shown him otherwise.
No one seemed to suspect that he knew anything, though. He had expected to be forced to make the choice: Complacens, the Mark, or run away, but he seemed to have gotten away with not making any choice at all. He did wonder occasionally if they'd managed to get him under the potion without him noticing, but he remembered the way the simple knowledge of the potion had gotten both Zach and Tracey out from under it.
Perhaps it wasn't as clean cut as that, after all. There was a fourth option his father hadn't mentioned: doing nothing.
That didn't sit entirely well with Theodore, though, as he wasn't sure how long it would last. As such, when Zach had given him a name, a contact for the resistance, Theodore had written him a note. He had been absorbed in his work and had not checked his journal to see if he had gotten a reply, but he did not think there were time constraints. Right now, he wanted to go home to Tracey and relax.
He Apparated in through the wards, landing in the foyer, and headed up the stairs. "Trace?" he called out, wondering if she was awake or if she'd turned in for the night. It would be early for that, but he couldn't say that he would have blamed her. There were things he wanted to do before he slept: have a bite to eat, maybe a cup of herbal tea, do a bit of reading, but he was definitely looking forward to closing his eyes for the night.