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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Replacement' / Saturday, 1st March 2006 / 11:30 AM.
Location: Hospital Wing
Open To: Charlie
Currently Involving: Troy
Since the accident, Troy had insisted on spending as much time as he could by his friend Charlie's bedside. That, however, was not going so well, or not as good as he had thought. The second he heard the news, Troy sprinted down from Ravenclaw tower, only to be pushed out by the school nurse, prompting one of Troy's whiny boy fits. Sure, so it was probably for a good reason. He would have agitated Charlie in his state, but he didn't realize that. Instead, Troy yelled in from the doorway, "I LOVE YOU, MAN!" pumping his fists and being all overhelmed with emotion.
It was slightly. . .embarrassing. But not to Troy.
When he was finally allowed in, reluctantly by the nurses, Troy plopped to the chair next to him, looking over at Charlie, distraught. Scenes from muggle movies of army friends sitting by their fallen comrades side as they recovered filled his head, giving him this weird brotherly feeling. Hey, it was okay. It was justified. Charlie was one of, if not the most, Troy's best friends.
It was an occassion that surely did call for a bit of "guy emotion." And it did. At times. And it sort of weirded out the nurses.
They groaned as they saw Troy run in three hours earlier, only to sit back down in the same spot as usual, holding the Quidditch articles from the Prophet in one hand. He had sat there next to Charlie's hospital bed, every now and then looking over to see if he had woken up. He let out a sigh at seeing the potions on the table next to him, frowning and pouting a bit.
It was a fallen comrade, of course. Troy was bound to be. . .er. . .lame? Or worried?
Location: Hospital Wing
Open To: Charlie
Currently Involving: Troy
Since the accident, Troy had insisted on spending as much time as he could by his friend Charlie's bedside. That, however, was not going so well, or not as good as he had thought. The second he heard the news, Troy sprinted down from Ravenclaw tower, only to be pushed out by the school nurse, prompting one of Troy's whiny boy fits. Sure, so it was probably for a good reason. He would have agitated Charlie in his state, but he didn't realize that. Instead, Troy yelled in from the doorway, "I LOVE YOU, MAN!" pumping his fists and being all overhelmed with emotion.
It was slightly. . .embarrassing. But not to Troy.
When he was finally allowed in, reluctantly by the nurses, Troy plopped to the chair next to him, looking over at Charlie, distraught. Scenes from muggle movies of army friends sitting by their fallen comrades side as they recovered filled his head, giving him this weird brotherly feeling. Hey, it was okay. It was justified. Charlie was one of, if not the most, Troy's best friends.
It was an occassion that surely did call for a bit of "guy emotion." And it did. At times. And it sort of weirded out the nurses.
They groaned as they saw Troy run in three hours earlier, only to sit back down in the same spot as usual, holding the Quidditch articles from the Prophet in one hand. He had sat there next to Charlie's hospital bed, every now and then looking over to see if he had woken up. He let out a sigh at seeing the potions on the table next to him, frowning and pouting a bit.
It was a fallen comrade, of course. Troy was bound to be. . .er. . .lame? Or worried?