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Tweak says, "Let me rest in peace."

Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-25 19:03:00

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character: charlie weasley, character: theodore nott, status: complete

Who: Charlie & Theo
What: Another bout of somnambulism
Where: The streets near Wingbeat
When: Late Saturday night
Rating: R - language, mentions of bad things

Things hadn't been going too badly for Theo lately, so he was due for a setback. He'd moved out of the hovel he'd been in before to take over the room offered to him by Milly, looking after his friend's house while she was away, and that alone had helped him feel a lot more settled. He'd been unsettled with the situation with Greg and the idea of anything happening to his friend in the same way that something had happened to him had made him sick to his stomach and had probably kick started his latest bout of insomnia. His paranoia had been higher than usual, although he hadn't realised it. He hadn't been able to sleep very, well too keyed up to relax and plagued with shapes and shadows that moved in the corner of his eye but weren't there when he turned to look, voices that spoke to him nonsensically that stil managed to make him feel threatened.

He'd been up for three days by the time his body finally called it quits and he more collapsed down and lapsed into unconsciousness than fell asleep. It wasn't a restful disappearance from the conscious world at all though and he was up and walking around in a bout of somnambulism like he hadn't had since the previous year. It led him to wander around Milly's house, mercifully avoiding tumbling headlong down the stairs, and out into the night dressed in soft black pyjama bottoms, a heather grey hoodie and nothing else, his feet bare against the floor and bleeding by the time he'd made it from Milly's into town. He wandered like he was high or drunk, bumping into objects and rebounding off them from time to time, his tearing feet leaving little footstamps of blood in his wake.

There was no rhyme or reason behind his sleeping decision to make his way towards Charlie's club, unless his sleepwalking worked on some weird remembrance of the last place he'd Apparated to. It hardly mattered where he was physically though, as in his mind he wandered through the halls and corridors and rooms of the Nott House, made even more monstrous and dark in his dreams as they had been in reality, looking over his shoulder in utter sweat-soaked terror for the man who had tyrannized him in childhood and could strip him of any feeling of security even now. Even as he stumbled down the nearly empty street towards the club he still looked over his shoulder like he was being pursued.

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hopalongcharlie
2015-05-25 10:42 pm UTC (link)

As was usually the case Charlie was the last out of the club. The last of the other staff had left once the takings were counted and stowed in the safe. Since Gringotts didn't open on a Sunday and he'd need money to make the floats for the various cash drawers Saturday generally wasn't a depositing night. Someone would supervise those being set up the following night so he had a record of it all and the balance could go in the overnight deposit on Sunday.

By the time Charlie had pulled his long coat back on and set the inside wards he expected the street to be empty as it usually was at gone four on a Saturday night or Sunday morning if you preferred. At first he thought the street was empty and began to set the wards, but a noise distracted him. It didn't sound like the expected rats or cats, but a soft sort of thump. He finished the spell he was working on automatically and looked around. He didn't see anybody though and continued with the layers of protection. Then the thump came again and he spun around. That time he spotted the figure over on the far side of the street almost lost in shadows and clothing that blended with them.

"Oi, are you okay?" he called, assuming it was a drunken customer of either his or Seamus' who had got turned around on their way hom.

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nottfinished
2015-06-05 12:59 am UTC (link)

Theo didn't hear the voice call out to him, but something in his subconscious slowly let it soak in and his fretful movements slowed to a groggy stop. He wavered on his feet, his even if quick breathing coming ragged and more panting now as the shadow of horror that had been stalking him was suddenly given time to catch up. He startled after a delay between Charlie's shout and hearing it, falling back against the wall and from there to the floor, his feet not holding his weight on them anymore. He cowered, scrambling back without able to get his feet up under him, the whimpering he was suddenly vocalising getting louder.

"Not tonight, not tonight, just one, please!" he begged, pleading mercy from the merciless, knowing enough to not ask for it to stop, knowing that was an impossible request. He struggled a moment before he slowed to a stop, sitting upright, propped on his arms and slipped somewhere back between asleep and awake.