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Tweak says, "#jeah"

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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Re: ooc: you make me happy when skies are grey

hopalongcharlie
2015-09-05 10:00 am UTC (link)

"Oh, I wouldn't worry," Charlie said, holding up his already scarred hands. "I've been bitten by worse than a grumpy owl," he said. "Hand weaning dragons is no joke, little bastards bite through gloves if you've not got decent ones on!" His hands weren't heavily scarred, but there were a few old puncture marks here and there which had persisted. The ones from gnome throwing as a child had thankfully all long faded.

He scrubbed his hair ruefully. "Sorry, I'm getting grumpy," he muttered as he realised he was complaining. "They're mostly not so bad, and I've only had one person actually get as far as attacking anyone with a broken glass so far. Unfortunately full body bind doesn't discriminate about the fact you're holding a broken glass when your arms snap in," he said. "Makes a bloody mess. Literally."

Shaking his head Charlie grabbed his coat and swung it back on. "No, I've gotta go back through and put the wards up again. I mostly have stuff incoming through the floo rather than outgoing. Works fine though." Suddenly he remembered where he had hidden the floo powder and grabbed a small, wooden box from one of the shelves and offered it to Theo triumphantly. "Here. Well, assuming your house has a connection."

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nottfinished
2015-09-05 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Theo wasn't happy to see Charlie's scarred hands, even if it was caused by animals Charlie had been trying to help. "I'll scold him if he bites you." he assured.

He smiled a little bit as Charlie apologised for getting grumpy; he hadn't even noticed. "I think you're entitled to complain about rowdy patrons causing problems in your own bar." he pointed out.

"Thank you." he said, taking he little box of powder. "There's a Floo I can come through, yeah. Are you sure you don't want some company on the way out?" he was a little worried about leaving Charlie out on his own this late at night, mindful of what he'd said about the area, and guilty about parting without walking Charlie out as well.

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hopalongcharlie
2015-09-05 10:18 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I'm sure I'll survive," he said. And probably not tell Theo if the owl bit him. It was possible, in theory, to train owls out of biting, but it could be a tedious process and a bit hit and miss in how effective it was sometimes.

"Yeah, I try not to though. Not the best business practice really."

Charlie smiled and shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. Once the wards are done I apparate home anyway. It's a bit past walking time, and I only do that to start winding down anyway," he said. "Thank you for the offer though."

He flicked his wand at the fireplace to light the fire, just enough so it would flare for the Floo and then be easy to put out again.

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nottfinished
2015-09-22 08:51 pm UTC (link)

Probably, but the owl needed telling from time to time. It wasn't that it was ill-trained or antisocial per se, just that it had been through the wringer even before Theo had gotten him as a small fledgling and it had never really recovered from that; Theo was happy with him as long as he was limiting his biting to his owner and not his owner's friends though.

He was relieved that Charlie wouldn't be walking home and nodded that it was okay. He hesitated before he took a pinch of Floo powder, visibly tired from having been up and about while asleep and still ginger on his healing foot. "Thank you for everything. For being so kind." he said one last time, before he put the powder box down, stood in the fireplace and Floo'd home.

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