Timothy Blenkinsop (timothystail) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-08-16 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | theodore nott, timothy blenkinsop |
Who: Timothy Blenkinsop & Theodore Nott
What: Shopping
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Saturday Afternoon
Rating: TBD, low for now
Timothy really did want to go back to Hogwarts but his reasons for doing so made him feel guilty. His mother was a changed woman after Azkaban, frail and sick with a cough where the cold had sunk into her lungs and joints and wouldn't go away, spending most of her days concentrating on nothing in a distance that no one else could see or pulling at her thinning hair in lapses of sanity that were coming more often. Timothy's Uncle was a good guy, but he'd had his own health issues in the recent past that still caused him problems now and Timothy's holidays from school were the only times where he was able to have a break from looking after his sister-in-law.
Timothy was lost and over his head when it came to looking after her, although he tried his best. He was always worried that he'd done the wrong thing, that she needed something he didn't know he had to give her or that he was fussing over her too much. He woke up in the middle of the night even when she didn't cry out just because he couldn't relax for longer than a few hours, woken by nightmares of seeing her crushed in the same mob that had nearly killed him.
His Uncle had offered to sit in with his mother to let Timothy take a trip to Diagon Alley to get some things for school and just to get him out of the house a little while. Timothy had left but he was wrought on his way down, torn between relief and worry and guilt at his relief. His kitty tail was all curled up around his waist and then over his hip gently, covered by the robes which he wore over his usual jeans and band tshirt, this one proclaiming his love for The Smiths. He did his boring shopping first, some socks and new quills and a couple of parchment pieces for school, and then he was free to shop as he wished. He bought something nice to take back for his mother and a present for his Uncle and was then at something of a loss as to what to do. He lingered for a little while outside a pub, knowing he wasn't allowed in and wanting to go in all the same - he wasn't a stranger to a little underage drinking but he didn't think it would be as easy to get away with it here as it would in Muggle London.
He turned from booze to the second best drug there was available - ice cream from Fortescue's. He found himself wandering around Diagon aimlessly, his little pink tongue flicking out at the equally pink Turkish Delight ice cream fighting to keep from toppling from it's position on top of the scoop of Peach Iced Tea in his cone, not wanting to go back home just yet but at a loss for what else to do.