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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-10-05 22:24:00

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character: charlie weasley, character: theodore nott

Who: Charlie & Theo
What: Charlie is poorly, Theo is worried
Where: Charlie's place
When: After this
Rating: TBD

Theo read Charlie's entry as it was posted and the first thing he thought of was the way Charlie gave no second thought to helping out someone else in need. He'd spent time and effort and supplies looking after Theo when he could have just as easily sent him to St Mungo's or called a Mediwitch or just left him there to deal with his stupidity on his own. He'd gone out of his way to come over and see what was wrong with the complete stranger on the other side of the street and Theo had been as bewildered by the show of compassion as he had been grateful for it.

Charlie was one of a kind and when Theo read about him suffering he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He thought about sending his owl over at first but he convinced himself that bothering Charlie with his presence didn't outweigh the benefit of being there for him if he needed another body to look after him. He'd gotten together a little care package of sorts and had tied it into a bundle, handing it to his melanistic barn owl to carry. He had no idea where Charlie lived, but his owl did and he got up on a borrowed broom to follow the silent-winged bird to Charlie's door, calling it back from disturbing the man inside at the last moment.

The owl circled, indignant, then landed on Theo's outstretched arm, letting him untie the package with only half a dozen nips before it was free and allowed to return home. Theo shook his bitten hand out, pleased to see the owl hadn't drawn blood, before suddenly doubting his decision to arrive at all. What if Charlie had managed to find sleep in the time it had taken Theo to get to his place and Theo woke him up? What if he just wanted to be left alone to be sick on his own? What if the last person he'd want to see if he was sick but up for having guests was the kid who'd caused him so much trouble the last time they'd met?

He tried to turn the volume down on his fretting and knocked at the door, loud enough to be heard if Charlie was awake but hopefully not loud enough to wake him if he was asleep.

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hopalongcharlie
2015-10-05 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Charlie wasn't really awake, but nor was he really asleep. He was curled up under a well-worn patchwork blanket his parents had given him when he moved out, camped out on the living room sofa. Ostensibly he was reading, but he was drifting in and out of a doze, reading the same lines over and over again, rarely getting much further on. He'd ended up there after the second time he had to get out to the bathroom due to his increase in fluid intake (never let it be said that Molly Weasley hadn't coached her children on how to take care of themselves, even if it was done via her fussing). The sofa was closer than his bed, and it wasn't like he was sleeping well anyway, so he'd just flopped down and summoned the blanket, his book and his water, setting his crutches as close to the sofa as he could so nobody would trip over them.

He drifted back up out of sleep as the knocking came, blinking slightly stupidly. "Just a minute," he called, his voice managing to be simultaneously scratchy, rough, higher pitched than usual, and severely lacking in volume. Well, either they'd heard him or they hadn't.

He squinted at the closed curtains and guessed it was probably mid-morning. Not an unreasonable visiting time. Heaving himself up from his slump he glanced down before snaking an arm over to the side table and grabbing his wand, with which he summoned the 'nearest clean t-shirt', which turned out to be a pale blue one with a cartoon dragon emblazoned across the front. At this point he wasn't too fussed, even if it was something of a joke.

He bent, grabbing his crutches and pushed to his foot. His prosthetic was in his room. He'd never bothered putting it back on, and the mostly empty leg of his red and white checked pyjama trousers was buttoned up at the front of his thigh so that it didn't flap around and trip him. Originally he'd just cut off his pyjamas into shorts but that tended to get cold in the winter, and cutting only one leg just looked odd.

All of the moving took less than a minute and he was soon on his way to the door, balancing by habit on a leg and a crutch and opening the door. "Oh, Theo!" he said, still croaky and scratchy of voice, and very surprised by who he found outside.

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ooc: I love you, I hope you feel better before Charlie does

nottfinished
2015-10-05 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Seeing Charlie answer the door and the sound of his voice like it had been dragged over broken glass made Theo regret having disturbed him at all - part of him catalogued away the cartoon dragon on the blue tshirt though and later on, when he was feeling particularly down, the memory of it would pop back up and make him smile and he wouldn't know why.

"Hey Charlie." he said with a smile that looked as worried as he felt. "I, uhm, I read that you weren't feeling too good. I made you a thing, here-" he held the little bundle out to the redhead. "It's just menthol rub, a couple of pain potions you can take together, something to clear your head a little and let you sleep. I'm really sorry I disturbed you. I should have just sent it by owl, I'm sorry, I'll go." he dissolved into apologies easily, looking pained at having dragged Charlie up. "How are you feeling? Is there anything you need before I leave? Anything I can get you?" it wasn't like him to ramble like this really but he felt honestly bad for disturbing Charlie and wanted to make reparations.