WHO: Gregory Goyle and Theo Nott WHAT: Another visit from Greg WHERE: St Mungo's WHEN: Monday WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Unbalanced Theo/R/Incomplete
Theo had woken without Greg and he'd really thought it had just been a dream. The memory stuck but the details slipped from his mind like sand through a hole in the ground. The salve had lost its potency but the burning sting had dulled to an almost forgettable throb, and he walked with only a faint limp from the way his muscles hadn't been used to the way he'd used them yesterday.
He was crouched low on the floor, scrawling pictures that, if he had his wand, would cause fires. He was a little preoccupied with burning, not that he was aware of it. He lapsed from shapes and lines to words, Latin words for protection and silence. He was a little obsessed with that too - these spells had never worked for him, no matter how exact they were.
The door opened and he didn't bother looking up because he knew those steps. He let the orderlies take hold of him, lift him up and carry him bodily away; he was so light that one could have carried him, but they always sent to, and a doctor to watch. He knew where he was going. He hadn't been eating and they were going to make sure he wasn't going to waste away. He didn't bother to struggle, because it never helped; just hung from their arms while his mind went somehere else completely and utterly away.