Who: Dennis and Bill What: A Weasley helps a Creevey When: Sunday Where: Safe house provided by Awesomesauce Trio Warnings: Unlikely Status: Incomplete
Dennis was outside of the safehouse, a good length of licorice rope hanging down from his mouth, as he repeatedly kicked a football against the side of the house. He wasn't sure where anyone was at that moment and the days were growing slower, something of which he dreaded. He was beginning to think that perhaps sleep was the best option to aid the slowing down of time, but he had promised himself and Colin that he'd make a bit more of an effort. That he'd stop hiding, really.
He had come out into the sunlight with the intention of studying from an old textbook he had gotten his hands on but that failed miserably. He dashed to the side, hitting the ball with the top of his head now, watching it bounce off to the side instead of the target of the house. "Bollocks," he mumbled before reaching up to grab the rope, yanking at it, so it tore off a piece in his mouth.