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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"No, you're fine. I should have stayed standing." Theo absolved Charlie easily, believing what he'd said - his dad would have flayed his feet and made him stand in salt for hours for his weakness.

He watched Charlie unward the door and moved into the office as soon as he was given permission to do so. His sleepy state made things foggy even though he fought against it; he was bothered by the wand being used so close to him but something in him recalled the feeling of living under constant fear of the next wand stroke and had him falling back into the protective patterns of before.

Even so, he appreciated it when Charlie put his wand away, visibly untensing in his silhouette.

He took his seat in the chair, uncomfortable at the comfort being afford him and worried about Charlie's comfort even now. He was put at ease watching Charlie's transfiguration work though, trusting that Charlie would do the right thing for himself. He was horribly uncomfortable with everything about what he was asked to do though - he didn't like that he was sitting so much higher than Charlie with Charlie looking at his feet, and not just because he had no good associations in regards to being healed.

He nodded his agreement and then gingerly lifted his feet up onto the stool, his fingers on the arms of the chair he was sitting in curled tight. Theo was notably and strangely scar free apart from the soles of his feet which were crosshatched, leopard spotted in scarring from horrors that he didn't really remember well. They were hard to see under the blood and tearing anyway; he was still worried about what was going to happen, even though his trust in Charlie was surprisingly solid.

"Thank you, thanks for, thanks." he stammered, unlike himself but as pulled together as he could be at the time.