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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo had arrived to the party a little late, dressed down for the casual nature of the party in mole-soft stone grey trousers and a long-sleeved ribbed jumper in a shade of blue that was too light to be navy. He'd arrived with a dark cloak but had left it hanging up somewhere and now felt a little exposed without it. He was unused by surroundings like this and parties made him nervous anyway, especially when he couldn't really hide it behind formal politeness. He kept playing with the bands of the bracelet that Milly had made for him, one then the other until he had to stop and just fiddle with the leather, the constant stimulation only making him twitchier.

He'd been nice and smiled at everyone, spoken to everyone and he hadn't been having a bad time per se, but he was still infuriatingly fragile after his latest spell in the Janus Thickey ward and he just couldn't take too long of a party. He didn't want to leave so early after arriving late though, and only because he had always had a soft spot for Greg, and Vince, and it endured. He'd retreated to the kitchen doorway where there were no people massing and had found a little space to breathe, to try and regroup before he thought about going back into the fray. He looked up as someone approached with the vague polite smile he'd had for everyone who'd passed him, but it turned softer and more sincere when he saw who it was. "Hey birthday boy. Enjoying your party?"