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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Telling Theo that she wasn't the nicest person was like saying that Dumbledore hadn't been that powerful a wizard, that Voldemort hadn't been all that wrong about his ideals. He was utterly perplexed for a moment before breaking eye contact to disagree. "You're a nice person." he insisted gently, managing to do both despite his slowly slipping control over himself.

The memory of the hands of his attacker pushing up against his body wouldn't leave Theo's head, like a wound in his mind that his brain wanted to pick at and worry and wouldn't let clot over. It kept coming back in phantom sensation and in the ghost of breathing that wasn't there anymore and Theo could only shake his aching and wounded head so much to get rid of the feelings before he gave himself a concussion.

He barely realised that Gwenog hadn't moved until he looked up and she was still there like some watchful knight ready to slay the dragon should it return. He took a moment in her company, letting her decisive and competent attitude shore him up a little before he struggled to his feet, helped by the brick behind him, and flicked his wand in a quick spell to cover himself over in the remains of his clothes Transfigured into something that would cover all of him. "I want to go home now." he said to her, sounding a little lost before he rallied again, visibly drawing up energy to do so. "I can get home." He thought back but couldn't remember and asked with clear regret at not having done so already. "Did I get your name? I'm sorry, I, my mind-" he explained poorly.