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Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,

Theo quietened down again although he didn't really seem present anymore. He shivered and held onto Greg's leg like he was being tugged away in a flash flood and this was the only anchor he had. His mind was dancing around Death Eater meetings that he'd snuck peeks at in his father's house, dark robes, dark nights, dark activities and intentions, pain at his father's hands and, and, and...

His thoughts were a cacophony of nothing right, everything miserable and those things that had scarred him so deeply they stayed with him even in the midst of madness. He keened in fear quietly in the back of his throat until Greg's hands moved to his neck and shoulders and kneaded into them, breaking him out of that psychological prison and making him sigh and juddering torn sound, relaxing back against Greg's legs then. He tuned back into the conversation when Greg spoke to him and he moved to chew at his fingers again. "Keep him away from me." he said, and it might have been threatening if not for the fear under it. He caught Zach's words and shook his head. "Happen? No. Nothing needs to happen, no, nothing will happen if he stays away, if we keep away, if we keep silent and still, seen not heard, not heard."