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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"No. Sorry." Theo apologised, resheathing the wand and flicking his hand quickly to obscure it's presence with a spell that was always there for that purpose. "Old habits, ecetera."

He felt bad now that he'd disturbed the man's seemingly peaceful routine, despite the assurance that he wasn't interrupting, but then Cormac mentioned he listened to the wireless to escape his thoughts and that hooked into Theo's attention like bait and a catfish. If there was one thing even an entire childhood of abuse and a spell in the Janus Thickey ward couldn't squash it was Theo's curiosity, and when matters like this were involved even good manners couldn't stand in the way.

"Does that help? Listening to the wireless after going on a run?" he'd never tried the combination, although had done both separately before. He wasn't really the running kind, not with the way his heart didn't beat properly, and even having the wireless on full blast couldn't completely silence the things he heard sometimes; they didn't even have to shout to be overheard.