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hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-03 06:38 pm
hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-03 06:38 pm
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And I tread a troubled track, my odds are stacked, I'll go back to black [W3 Fri Post-Investigation]
[By the time Percy comes back upstairs to the room he shares with Harry, he probably looks like a hot mess. There's blood all over his clothes and cradled in his arms is the newly patched up, formerly mauled Mrs. O'Leary. He doesn't seem to care that she's a little big to be carrying. He's doing his best and that's what counts.
Somehow, though, when he gets to the room and through the door he hadn't been expecting Harry to actually be in the room. He stares at the other boy for a moment, grip tightening on his dog and dagger strapped to his hip as he takes a deep breath.]
...it's only been three weeks.
Somehow, though, when he gets to the room and through the door he hadn't been expecting Harry to actually be in the room. He stares at the other boy for a moment, grip tightening on his dog and dagger strapped to his hip as he takes a deep breath.]
...it's only been three weeks.
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Still nothing. [It's a firm tone to drop the subject.] I can take care of myself. I promise. [No?] There's still a lot I need to do before tomorrow but I...[A glance down to Mrs. O'Leary.] How long will you be here, do you think?
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Probably the rest of the night. Just...I might take a walk around the hotel.
[ He doesn't plan to leave, though. ]
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Right. [He knows it's stupid to question Harry now, but he just wants to be sure. More than that, he also wants to know in case he disappears as well.] I think...I should probably wash the blood off? And then yeah. I might do the same.
[The wind seems to be knocked out of his sails for now, at least.]