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Tweak says, "Give Dean his damn pie!"

New Thoreau (theslychaser) wrote in refreshrpg,
@ 2015-03-09 21:00:00

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! log, 1998-march, character: edgar bones, x-character: kevin entwhistle

Who: Edgar Bones and Kevin Entwhistle
What: Kevin needs to talk to someone
When: March 9th, after classes
Where: Edgar's office
Warnings: mentions of child abuse

A lot had happened extremely fast. Most notably, Delilah liked him, liked being around him, wanted to touch him and Kevin liked being touched, like being needed, liked the look on Delilah's face when she wasn't terrified. He liked putting that look on her face. But he was just as terrified as she was. If something happened to her, or if she did something to herself just because he honored some kind of secrecy pact - he has no idea what he'd do. He didn't want to think about it.

But their talks were getting worse and he wanted to keep her secrets but he felt the suffocating need to tell someone. So he'd reached out to Bones and regretted it nearly every step of the way to his office. He turned back half a dozen times and by the time he finally knocked on the door, he was fifteen minutes late to their unofficial meeting time.

"The hypothetical isn't about me or Goyle," Kevin said as soon as the door opened, like it was an extremely important clarification he needed to make. He planned on keeping this an hypothetical, not mentioning some parts but he needed some kind of guidance or system of support or something and Bones had offered before. Kevin just hand realized he'd ever need it for someone outside of himself.

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edalbo
2015-03-10 12:35 pm UTC (link)

Edgar was in the middle of trying to decide if the lateness meant that Entwhistle wasn't coming after all- he'd seemed rather reluctant even as he requested Edgar's advice- or if he was merely suffering from chronic teenaged lateness when the door swung open.

"Hello to you, too," he said, looking up and giving the young man a welcoming smile. "I understand. Hypothetical in the extreme. No real players involved. I won't even dream of trying to guess who you're talking about."

For all that he kept his tone light, he did mean it; Edgar was simply trying to put Kevin at ease. "Come in," he continued. "Shut the door behind you if you like. Don't worry about anyone overhearing, I can activate privacy charms if it's a sensitive hypothetical matter you need to discuss."

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theslychaser
2015-03-10 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Kevin did close the door behind him. Asking Edgar to activate charms felt far too paranoid for Kevin, even if he was tempted to do it anyway. In theory - they all were meant to be safe behind these walls, but he was having trouble accepting that. Delilah's paranoid was catching, it seemed.

Edgar did tend to have a calming presence, which was probably a necessity of his job. It'd probably be hard to heal students when you constantly set them on edge. "Right," he said, moving forward, to take a seat. "And nothing's really happened yet. And obviously I've kind of been hypothetically sworn to secrecy, for personal reasons. But hypothetically, I need somebody to talk to about this, and you're kinda the only psychiatrist we've got here. I can't remember if that's a muggle job." You'd think he'd get better differentiating between muggle and magic the longer he was here, but the longer he was here, the more muddled those lines became.

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	edalbo 2015-03-10 06:25 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm familiar with the concept," Edgar said mildly. "I did a rotation in the Janus Thickey ward, for what it's worth. Not quite the same thing, but the closest we wizards really get." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

theslychaser
2015-03-11 01:12 am UTC (link)

"Which I guess is predictable, when you can just make up a potion for whatever you need," Kevin said.

"So hypothetically. Let's say I have this friend. Who is adopted, and for whatever reason, their parents are unhappy with how the adoption went. So they're kind of dicks to my friend. Except dick probably isn't the best word for it. I guess what I want to know is that what if I knew something bad was happening, but they swore me to secrecy, because people knowing terrifies them but not doing anything when something worse could happen terrifies me. What do I here?" It wasn't often that Kevin actually asked advice of his teachers. Usually he figured shit out for himself, because their advice could only go so far. But he wanted advice this time.

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edalbo
2015-03-11 10:14 am UTC (link)

That was a bit of a pot shot at wizards, but Edgar didn't comment. A muggleborn in Slytherin was entitled to a few potshots if he needed to take them, the Healer figured.

He listened, quiet and attentive, expression shifting to solemn and carefully unalarmed. Edgar was a smart man - people liked to think him dopey and naive, and in some ways he was, but he'd also been Head Boy in his day, he'd been hired by Minerva McGonagall, he had a head on his shoulders- and there were the beginnings of a theory forming in his mind, but he didn't mention that, either. "I'm afraid I'll need a few more specifics," he said carefully when Kevin was done talking. "What the something bad is, what the something worse might be." After all, teenagers were notoriously melodramatic. Kevin could just be referring to a curfew he thought unfair or parents not allowing his friend to date while still in school.

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