Fletcher Parkinson (vincitore) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-06-06 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | fletcher parkinson, tiberius abaddon |
Who: Fletcher & Tiberius
What: Probably talking?
When: Monday
Where: St. Mungo's
Warnings: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Fletcher had decided against lingering too much on the conversation that he'd had with Zach, but that didn't mean he never thought about it. The fact that Pansy kept screaming in the middle of the night kept him awake most of the time and distracted. He rested back against the pillows, glad that Pansy seemed to be sleeping peacefully. At least she was for now. Pansy had been awake just briefly the other day, but it gave him hope. There was a likeliness that she would get better. There was proof. That was the best he could ask for at this point.
His eyes rested on Tiberius for a moment. He was quiet, too. The white noise in the room was overwhelming, but he didn't want to say that. "Your hideous Muggle movies keep forcing themselves into my mind. It is unpleasant." There was the slightest, mostly faked pout as his gaze dropped down to his lap. At least he wasn't doubling over as much now and his breathing wasn't quite as ridiculous as it was during those moments when he had to catch it. "Especially that one with that merperson who looks nothing like what real merpeople look like."