Who: Theo, Tracey, Blaine Borgin (NPC) What: a confrontation When: Saturday Where: Theo's house Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
There were certain things that could be fixed immediately, and others that took time. Theodore knew this was true of more than just healing, and he was willing to do whatever it took in this case, but he wished that the issue with Tracey's ex would resolve itself. He had done the only thing he could think of, after Amelia Burke had left her safehouse: he had begun the process of trying to get legal protection for her. He had never actually given her much in the way of medical treatment, but he'd offered her the protection that he could give as a Healer, and as such, it probably was his duty to follow this through, though he would have done it anyway.
He was aware that it was probably futile, though. Blaine Borgin was a Death Eater, and there was a reason that people usually hesitated to and most often decided against trying to use the law against Death Eaters. Nevertheless, it had been documented. Theodore did not have a Mark on his arm, but he had enough connections that the government could not ignore him entirely.
And now he was waiting, that was all he could do. Waiting to see whether it would go through, with a restraining order preferably, whether it would be enforced. Whether more action on his part would be needed, though he hadn't the faintest idea what that would be, short of taking Blaine's life into his own hands. He had considered that option more seriously than he had admitted to anyone, especially Tracey.
While he waited, he worked, and saw Tracey regularly after work. He was home now, curled up with her, a medical journal, and some tea, though he wasn't reading the journal. He gave up after a few minutes and smiled, leaning over to kiss Tracey's cheek. "I'm thinking about dinner," he said. "Are you hungry?"