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Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,

Theo drew a breath in, tensed for a blow that didn't come. He watched Greg quietly as the other boy pulled the bag out of his lap, his fingers twitching a little as the contents fell out, a little edgy at the mess but forgetting it in the next moment in favour of the objects Greg sorted through.

He was looking at the books when the smell of orange caught his attention, made his nose twitch, his stomach pang and his head turn to watch Greg peel the fruit. He reached for a piece of peel that had missed the floor and hit the bed, turning it over in his fingers before he lifted it up to smell the juicy citrus smell. It made his stomach hurt.

"It's okay." he said to Greg at that plea, leaning over to hug the man, his arms trying to wrap round Greg's broad shoulders. "It'll be okay, we'll get through this and graduate and make our own lives." he assured, speaking like he was back in Hogwarts, the tragedy of it being that the future he was thinking of was already happening, and it was nothing like it should have been.