InsaneJournal

Characters: Theodore Nott and Tracey Davis
Setting: Mynydd House, Study; 07:00, November 16, 2003
Rating: Worksafe
Summary: What happens when you have what feels like a hangover followed by a bad night...

Theodore groaned as he rolled out of bed, his heart beating quickly in his chest, cold sweat covering him. He didn't want to remain in bed when there was a chance that he'd have the nightmare once more. If it did happen like that. He typically never gave it a chance to do so as he would often just get out of bed, more often then not feel sick and/or vomit at the mere memory of what he had dreamt of, and walk outside until he felt somewhat human once more.

What he needed to do was to get some work done though, and that wouldn't happen if he remained in bed. No, it certainly won't do. He has taken to assessing himself, as if he had a curse, just to see what would come up. He hadn't been able to figure out what it could be, or what perspective to tackle this problem at as he had felt foggy for the past couple of weeks.

What he did know was that his current contract, Mr. Weasley most certainly didn't have a curse. But at the same time, he knew that he needed more time to recover from his own curse and to ensure that Tracey would be alright for the next little while...a bit of money should buy him some more time. Theodore had a plan though. It wasn't completely below him to take what would be nothing to someone else, after all.

He sat at his desk at the study, head cradled in his hands, a book open to a particularly obscure and ominous curse on his desk. He'll contact him tomorrow, when he wasn't so affected by dreams...he needed to ensure that his owl was carefully worded with the right sense of urgency.