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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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Happy New year sweetheart <3

nottfinished
2016-01-01 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Theo knew how it was to tire of attention and he let the cat decide when it had been fussed over enough, although the way he watched it curl up close by made it clear that he would have happily kept petting Echo for longer. Animals had never fared well in the Nott home, but while he was always unsure around them now there was a kind of understanding of animals inside Theo that hinted at a soppy side to him, had he been allowed to keep such things as sentimentality.

He nodded feeling a little concerned that he would now have caused problems for 'Ali', even if it did sound like she already had her hands full. He didn't really have any first hand knowledge of what trying to control two small children was like, but he knew his dad had enough trouble with him alone and didn't envy anyone who had two to cope with. He was curious about the box Charlie had but wasn't thoughtless enough to show it. "Oh?" he queried though, the idea of using Muggle remedies having not crossed his mind and only yanking his curiosity yet again.

He winced in sympathy as Charlie rubbed at his face in a manner that looked painful and he tried to think back on anything he knew that would help. "Can I get something for you?" he fretted. "Breathing in steamed peppermint is supposed to be beneficial to cold and flu."

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Happy New Year sweetie! You send the best presents! Happy late birthday/new year to me!

hopalongcharlie
2016-01-02 04:13 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, like I said Alicia's a healer. She used to work for the Quidditch League but she's retraining a bit, something about a muggle technique that she's hoping to combine for speedier healing from sports type injuries," he realised he was rambling and shook his head slightly. "Which is probably shit all use to you. Basically this is some sort of muggle cold and flu remedy that's not going to fuck with the PepperUp," he said, and offered Theo the box to look at.

Charlie grunted nonsensically. "Sorry, I'm being shit company, aren't I?" he mumbled. "Maybe could make one of those up for me. Looks like it's sort of along the same lines as tea but without the twatting around with steeping. Empty packet, add boiling water and stir."

He could feel himself returning to being grumpy and whiny, or more so, in a way he was rarely unless he felt this type of ill. That wasn't so much a problem though. The problem was that he was beginning to feel increasingly self-conscious about the fact he didn't have his prosthetic on. He wasn't embarrassed by his injury, but people seeing him without his prosthetic often felt very intimate. At least he had his leg covered. Still he shuffled himself back around and shifted the blanket so it was over his legs. It wasn't like Theo was unaware of his state, but he'd previously only seen him with his second leg on (if a bit dislodged in one instance). The only people who he could say he was used to seeing him without his leg were family (all of whom had put in enough appearances at the Burrow before he'd had it fitted that it seemed normal) and Romi. Others had seen him without it on occasions of course. And there had been the month or so after his new tattoo where he'd been going around without it, but he hadn't been wearing pyjamas then, and he'd been expecting to be seen.

He snuffled slightly and grabbed a handkerchief, attempting to quietly clear his nose. He failed at both being quiet and clearing his nose. Echo's head shifted upwards and the cat eyed him, looking rather unimpressed, before sticking his head back into the tight curl of his legs and body.

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Happy Birthday OMG! If I could write your Charlie worth a damn I'd fic you up a present.I love you!

nottfinished
2016-01-03 04:06 am UTC (link)

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.

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Aww thank you. I really appreciate the fic thought. ♥ Theo is a sml part in mine 4 a reason!

hopalongcharlie
2016-01-05 08:50 pm UTC (link)

The fact that Theo seemed to be incredibly curious about the muggle remedy didn't pass him by. He wasn't entirely sure but, from what he knew of the fact that his father had been (accused) of being a Death Eater in the previous war and proven to be one in the more recent one, he rather suspected any interest in muggle anything had been actively discouraged. So unlike his own home, where his father's obsessive curiosity was normal to him. Both of his parents had been muggle friendly, if not necessarily properly muggle conversant. All of their children were a pretty knowledgeable as far as magic folk went.

"It was nice to see a friendly face though. I'm just hoping you've not been here for long enough to get whatever this is," he said. "Nobody needs to get this shit," he added fervently. He curled himself up under the blanket, his remaining knee curling up towards his chest. It was only possible to stay like that for a certain amount of time because he had to press his foot into the sofa for balance, but it suited his mood and seemed natural. It was one of those things he'd had to relearn after he lost his leg.

He was thankful Theo hadn't nudged Echo's bowl when he was in the kitchen. He'd only have been attacked by an enthusiastic cat wanting food that he'd already been given. Charlie knew the bowl was probably still at least part full since he'd already fed him, but the little git was insistent he wanted new food.

He smiled when Theo handed him the mug of hot lemony goodness. "Thank you," he said, inhaling the steam as his hands began to warm from the mug. Hot mugs had nothing on the heat produced from dragonfire (even when the latter was only felt through fireproof gloves). Still, he was planning to leave it a while before attempting a sip.

Charlie shook his head, "No thanks, with this and my water I won't want tea for a while and your hard work will just end up cold," he said. He saw that Theo was hovering nervously, obviously feeling like he'd outstayed his welcome, and if he was honest Charlie sort of wanted to be alone again. He'd enjoyed Theo's visit, more than he might have expected for someone he didn't yet know very well. Perhaps this seeing each other in terrible circumstances thing had sped up the level of comfort between them?

"I..." he sighed. "I'm a miserable bastard when I'm sick, like I said. I don't want to subject you to that, or whatthefuckever this is." He frowned at himself and winced, he knew it sounded like he was trying to throw Theo out and he wasn't, not really. He groaned. "Sorry, I'm not trying to make you leave. I just think I'm shit company right now." He paused trying to implore Theo he didn't know what with only his eyes. "It really is good to see you, I just... I'm fuck all good with words sometimes. There's more than just the fact I liked them as the reason I went to work with dragons," he said. He carefully transferred the mug he'd just been handed to the coffee table and shuffled himself back into a more normal sitting position.

"Feel free to stop me talking utter bollocks at any point," he said, resigned to the fact he sounded like an utter tit right now.

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nottfinished
2016-02-04 01:10 am UTC (link)

(ooc: so I have a confession to make - I have been late to respond because I read your little ficlet pretty much every day and all I want to do is read you writing them more and than I just fail at life! lol I'll try and get a hold of myself because I love playing with you and you and I want to play them damnit! I'm so sorry! I'll do better!)

The possibility of getting whatever it was that Charlie had was unfortunately higher for Theo than it would have been ordinarily, his background of malnourishment and then a stint in Azkaban and the Janus Thickey ward alongside his aversion to eating meant that his immune system was rickety at the best of times. Then again, he was sick enough that he probably wouldn't notice if he'd caught the next plague from Charlie or anyone else he passed in the street. He wasn't about to tell his patient-cum-host that though and he shook his head. "I'm sure I'll be fine." he said without doubt and ducked his head a little at the gratitude after he'd handed Charlie the Muggle remedy.

Theo was impressed at how nonchalantly Charlie held his mug when he himself could only hold a hot cup by the handle or after pulling his sleeves down around his hands. "If you're sure." he said, leaving a chance for Charlie to change his mind if he wanted to. He was a bit taken aback at Charlie's apology, completely unrequired in any case and especially when Charlie had been nothing but polite and good natured despite clearly feeling unwell.

He understood what Charlie was trying to say and he didn't take offense in the least, but there was something helplessly sweet about Charlie's verbal stumbling and Theo couldn't hide the almost fond little quirk of a smile that the reaction provoked out of him. He tried to even it out into a more understanding expression because he didn't want to Charlie to think he was laughing at him; "You're okay." he assured. "I know you're not, I've got no expectations of you right now, it's okay." Something inside him warmed at Charlie's spoken affirmation that it was good to see him and he didn't know what it was or why but it made it a little harder to swallow momentarily. "I'm glad I got to see that you're okay, well, to a degree. And it really is okay; I know what you mean about not being good with words." Not that Theo was necessarily bad with them, he'd just been taught to hold his tongue so wholly that it was hard for him now to remember he was allowed to talk. This chat with Charlie was the most he'd spoken in months. "I know that it's no fun being sick; I can let you rest and go if you'd like me to or I can stay if you want the company - whatever you want, I'm happy with whatever you decide."

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hopalongcharlie
2016-02-05 04:03 pm UTC (link)

(ooc: Aww, but that's a cute confession! I love that you love it so much. I can't do this without you though. There's only so much Theo I can even make an attempt at! And I love writing with you.)

Over a decade of working with dragons meant that Charlie didn't recognise burning heat the same way as other people, even in his hands. Dragonhide gloves, like the ones he had always worn and maintained protected your hands from actually burning, but they still allowed you to register a certain amount of heat. It was great for his abilities in cooking and handling anything hot, but not so great for judging safe bathing temperatures or fine sensations on occasion.

He smiled at Theo and shifted slightly on the sofa, feeling the slight protest in some of his muscles. "Honestly, as much as this has been amazing I think I should probably try and nap once I'm done with my drink. I didn't sleep well." His tone was slightly sad, he almost wanted Theo to stay and keep him company, but he really did think he was going to drift off again soon and having Theo here while he slept. Actually it didn't sound like the world's worst idea, which was disconcerting. His eyes widened and then his gaze darted around the room. That was pretty unexpected. He often felt pretty vulnerable when he slept because he couldn't do so with two legs. The idea that he might trust Theo to be here while he napped was discomforting. That didn't often happen outside of close family and friends. He swallowed.

"I think it might be better if you get going," he croaked, reaching and sipping his remedy to clear his throat. "I don't want you to be bored, even if it was great to see you."

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nottfinished
2016-02-28 03:25 am UTC (link)

"It's okay." Theo assured easily and with a little more worry than was needed. He knew from sleeping problems and he certainly wouldn't wish them on Charlie. "Sleep has to be good for you right now." Probably. "You don't have to worry about my entertainment, that's not why I came over." he fretted a little, getting up and making sure he had everything, trying not to neaten things up a little bit.

"I'm going to go. Are you sure there's nothing else you need before I do? Did you wnat me to send you over anything tomorrow?" He was probably only so concerned because Charlie looked so poorly and Theo didn't really know how to look after someone.

((ooc: so I'm late and it's small and I SUCK! But I still want to play with you, all the time, right now, all the things, all the time))

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hopalongcharlie
2016-02-28 02:43 pm UTC (link)

Charlie sipped his the hot lemon and made a tiny noise as the heat caught against his slightly raw throat. "Okay, so I'm less able to drink burningly hot liquids when ill," he said, frowning ruefully. "I'll wait another few minutes."

"Yeah, sleep should help. Or at least it won't fucking hurt at all," he said with a mild groan. His aching body definitely seemed to agree with his words.

He shook his head. "No, no, please, you've done more than enough already. It was great seeing you." He smiled at Theo. "Only, do you mind letting yourself out?" he asked. "I'm kinda comfy and I don't want to move and cough or something."

((ooc: See your email, which I will send soon))

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