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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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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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