Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

No matter how black a mood Theo was in at that moment, he was still able to find a smile for Greg. "Hey." he answered, entering when he was asked to with his small charge in tow. He was pleased to see that Greg appeared to be okay, although what kind of damage he'd been expecting even he wasn't sure, especially as nothing had actually happened to Greg; he couldn't split the truth from fiction and memory and what had happened had all gotten a little twisted up in his head.

"Happy Birthday." he said, gesturing to the House Elf to go stand by Greg, which it did in silence. "He doesn't have a name." he said. "My... he... none of them had names. He's good though, like I said, cooks and cleans and anything, learns fast too if you wanted to teach him anything. Just- just not speaking." He'd lifted a hand to his throat subconsciously and, on realising it, lowered it down again. "They can hear from wherever though, so just talk and he'll appear." He shifted a little, checking Greg out again. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, seeing his friend in the flesh reigniting his concerns.