Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottfinished) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
The idea made sense even though Theo wouldn't have been able to comment, knowing next to nothing about the Muggle world - it hadn't been for lack of curiosity, no one could say that about Theodore Nott, but at the time with the politics and backstabbers flying around and, oh yeah, the fact that his father would have likely killed him for doing so, it was nearly impossible for him to have taken a class. Years later and with his life no longer under threat should he do as he wished and Theo was still lacking in that subject. Time at the Janus Thickey ward had made it so that he'd had to struggle just to bring himself back to some semblance of normal, nevermind retrain his mind back from the wounds it had sustained and finally succumbed from so that he could function with almost the same level of intelligence he'd had back in Hogwarts. Even now there were parts of his mind still raw and infected, as proven by his constant night terrors, the sleepwalking, the more than occassional lapses in coherency, a host of symptoms indicating that although he'd been released as fine he was still a far way from it.
Maybe he could take some time at some point and do some research into it. Maybe. As it was, he could see the logic behind taking the best from both worlds and trying to expore new options, even if there was some deeply buried mistrust still within him about the Muggles, accompanied by the faint smell of smoke and burning meat. He took the box from Charlie as though it was some rare potions ingredient, turning it about and looking at the ingredients with confusion and rabid curiosity both.
It was probably for the best that Charlie distracted him from the box with his apologies. He shook his head. "Not at all. I showed up uninvited and I knew you were unwell; I didn't come for entertainment." he said, as gently as he could. "I can do that, sure." he agreed, taking up the box and making his way to the kitchen to do just that. He might not have known anything about Muggles but he was good at following instructions and he had the cup of lemony smelling stuff ready in no time. He hung around in the kitchen while the kettle boiled, his hypervigilance not letting him miss the strain in Charlie's manner and guessing that he'd outstayed any benefit he might have being there.
He added a bit of cold water so that Charlie wouldn't scald his mouth and then brought the mug through in time to see Echo reshuffle herself. He held the cup carefully, waiting for Charlie to reach for it before handing it over, not wanting to cause injury. "Do you need anything else? I could make you that tea with that, if you wanted?" He asked, concerned in his own slightly repressed way, not sitting back down. "I don't want to wear you out. I didn't mean to stay so long I just... thought I should make sure you were okay." This last came out a little shy as though he suddenly realised how open he was being and shut down a little in a long-cultivated instinct to protect himself from being too vulnerable.