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Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,

Theo held obediently still as Greg fixed his robe for him, watching Greg with nothing but absolute trust. His hand fit into Greg's like a key in a lock and he followed along without really looking up at their destination, seemingly happy enough to let his feet carry him along, Greg directing, although by the time the pair had reached the castle Theo was already a little out of breath and walking like he had cement shoes on.

He didn't really recognise where they were until they were shadowing through the Great Hall and even then his mind shuttered out the memories that tried to come back in, making him press close to Greg, trying to hide his face against his boyfriend but unable to do so as they kept moving.

The students they passed might as well have been ghosts for all the attention he gave them, shaking as Greg stopped them to open the door to the shower room. He kept seeing off flashes of colour, felt phantom pain in his veins and he took a few steps before cowering down against the floor, knees held to his chest by bony arms that came around them, locked up tight inside himself.