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RP: Spying Eyes and Helping Hands

Oct 30, 2008 18:54

Characters: Percy Weasley, Theodore Nott, Cho Chang
Location: London Flat | Residence | St. Mungo's
Date: October 28th, 1999
Status/Warning: Closed
Summary: Percy seeks some medical attention.
Completion: In-complete

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place: residence, theodore nott, place: st. mungo's, cho weasley, 1999 10, percy weasley, complete

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pb_theo October 30 2008, 23:25:12 UTC

Lately, being around people had lost its shine, even if it was only to get a bit of dinner. He'd come to rely on their house elf for food, and to make sure he got to bed if he started drinking. Recent letters from Anastasia were bridging the gap between them, but it still hurt. More than he'd ever admit. And Purple was his only companion. It spoke to how pitiable he'd become.

He heard a thump and his name come from the front room, and he roused himself from his spot at the dining room table to see what had entered. He forgot the wards again, it seemed. No matter.

Seeing Percy slumped over in his father's chair, looking rather like death warmed over inspired his rather limited amount of compassion. "Percy? What teh bloody hell happened to you?"

pb_percy October 30 2008, 23:33:48 UTC

Footsteps, quick but then more cautious. Percy willed himself to look up, meeting the gaze of intense confusion and concern that greeted him. It only occurred to him by the time he was standing straight again, that he had never questioned the fact that Theodore would be there.

"Sorry, didn't know where else to go," he hissed, holding up the poorly bandaged hand; inadvertantly letting the sleeve slip down to reveal the bruising scar given to him by the deck. "Few days ago--had--a-problem at Borgin and Brukes. Borgin tried to releive me of what I brought in as well as a few...fingers...but, couldn't...couldn't go to St. Mungo's right away..." He shook his head, trying to express how important it was he not get help. "Don't think I have a choice now though." Percy winced and let the arm fall again.

pb_theo October 30 2008, 23:47:44 UTC

The fact that Percy Weasley, a man with the largest family in the whole of teh wizarding world, didn't have anywhere to go was almost laughable, but Theo thought he understood. "No, you definitely don't have a choice. Sit the fuck down." He pushed him back into the chair, calling for the elf to gather his medical supply kid, which he'd developed for Anastasia, but could really use right about now.

He slowly peeled off the bandage, hissing as he revealed the damage. "I can only numb this, I can't fix it. We will definitely be going to St. Mungo's." He replaced the wrap carefully, half lifting Percy to his feed. "I'll take us, just.... try not to be sick, ok?"

pb_percy October 30 2008, 23:58:18 UTC

Percy nodded. The thought of apparating again despite having fresh wrappings on his hand was not particularly pleasant, but it was the quickest method they had at their disposal.

Ridiculously, as those delirious with pain usually are, Percy continued speaking, "had to wait...make sure they weren't going after...Lestrange..."

Right before the appartated, Percy couldn't but register how gentle Theodore was, and how very, very Slytherin it was to keep something as simple as kindness up one's sleeve. He managed a small, pained smile at the blond, indicating that he was ready.

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