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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo felt terrible about putting Charlie in this position. He could see that it had to be uncomfortable for the older man but the apologies that wanted to come out felt rude and insulting to Charlie as though he was incapable.

He nodded to Charlie as he stated that he was going to use his wand, not really thinking about it apart from the fact that the wand would be coming out again. He watched as Charlie did as he said and was going to say something but his attention was diverted from the wand by Charlie reaching out towards his feet. He didn't jump at the touch that let him know that Charlie was going to start there, but it might have been better if he had.

He watched the trickle of liquid run down his foot and his mind saw something entirely other than the healing potions. The drip seemed red, everything seemed red, and wherever he'd been in his mind while he'd been asleep came back to him. He didn't realise when his breath came short and in little panting snips, when his face went white and he started to tremble. His lips moved but nothing came out until a little mumble, barely audible. "-be good-" A wince and then "I've been good, not, just one night, just one, please, just one, I've been good!" he ended with a plea that sounded like he didn't expect to be heard.