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[underfedpunk]

He's mumbling at first, panting a little under his breath as he steps in. It's pouring out there and he's utterly drenched, his grimy old clothes clinging close to his skinny frame, months-uncut dark hair plastered to his skull. He carries a beat-up backpack, water slicking over it and pooling on the floor behind him. His sneakers squeak as he

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[gettingofftrack]

*immediately looking somewhere between wary and concerned* Hi. I can get you that and whatever else you need.

[underfedpunk]

You can-- what? Uh... *likewise, looks wary right back; he's not used to people offering him anything without a price*

[gettingofftrack]

*offers a faint, crooked smile that's as warm as he can manage* I'm an angel. I can get you anything you need.

[underfedpunk]

*still isn't convinced, assuming it's just a line* Like what?

[inhibitionsaway]

*looks really worried* Hi, um-- Are you okay? I mean -- you obviously aren't, because you're soaking wet and dripping water all over the floor and looking a little miserable, but what were you doing out in that rain by yourself, and -- ...I think I'm just making everything into a bigger mess by asking lots of questions, aren't I. But -- I can help you, if you want.

[underfedpunk]

*looks at him hopefully* Do you have anything to eat?

[inhibitionsaway]

*brightly* Sure! There's a kitchen here and there's definitely tons to eat -- except there probably won't be anything really sweet in there, because a lot of us are sugar and caffeine addicts and we clean the place out regularly, but I'm going to assume that you're really not in the mood for chocolate cake or anything like that. But I can definitely get you some soup and a sandwich maybe, or even some hot chocolate, because it looks like you need it. It's just around the corner.

[underfedpunk]

I don't care if it's sweet or not, I just-- haven't eaten in a while. I'm just hungry.

[onefourthprince]

*frowns a little* Anything I can get you?

[underfedpunk]

I don't-- is there somewhere here I can sleep? Just for tonight.

[onefourthprince]

Yeah, absolutely. There's always empty rooms.

[underfedpunk]

What do I have to do to get one?

[sandra__dee]

*shocked, worried, and incredibly pleased to see him all at the same time* Castor! *rushes over and hugs him tightly, despite the wet* Oh, I've been so worried about you! It's been so long! I hardly recognize you. *touches his cheeks and smoothes his clothes* Look at you, you're soaked! Come stay with us tonight!

[underfedpunk]

*omgwtf hugs, and-- omgwtf cousin* Cassie? *squirms away when she touches his cheeks and pets him* I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't need to. I'm going to stay here.

[sandra__dee]

Of course, Cassie. Who else? *fine, fine. stops fussing* *looks appalled* What? Here? ... *looks around* You mean... on a couch? That's ridiculous! We have a very fluffy sofabed, and our flat is nice and warm, and I can fix you some soup, or something. And you look like you could use a nice hot shower. I promise you'll have all the privacy you need! *pleading look*

[underfedpunk]

I'm going to stay here for a while. They said I can stay here free and there's food. And I can have a bath if I want one. I just don't want to go back there. *"there" means not so much "your house" as much as it does "anywhere in touch with the wizarding world"*

[dragons_heal]

*raises his eyebrows in surprise and hands him a large, warm, fluffy towel (he conjured it up, but discreetly), offering to take his backpack, all silently*

[underfedpunk]

*accepts the towel but shakes his head-- he really is learning to stay on his own, and he needs to do that*

[dragons_heal]

*nods, understanding, and looks him over, noting the gauntness and signs of exhaustion* *finally* Want something to eat?

[underfedpunk]

*is almost close to wibbling* Yes.