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Harron Peasley · 07-17-2023, 01:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

And yet he was not burning it. At least not right now, anyway. Milo stared at him without entirely realising he was doing so, trying to recall if it was indeed Tommy he recalled setting things - letters, mostly, and perhaps mistletoe, or newspapers? - aflame wherever he happened to be. If so, the fact he wasn't doing so now would be significant in some way.

But Milo could not remember, and, he reasoned, it perhaps did not concern him anyway - though he did cast Tommy's hands, the torn and crumpled missive - one more brief glance, as a thought nagged at him. A though, however, that he knew was unlikely to have any truth in it. He cast it patiently aside for the moment, to revisit at a later time.

Instead Milo clutched the strap of his schoolbag and picked at the stitching almost absentmindedly, as a riot of twitches briefly passed over his features. "Unwelcome news?"

So many things to be set on fire, and until recently Tommy had been quick to do it. One might call the change progress - his therapist sure did. But if that was the case, then why did it feel like the opposite?

After glancing at the torn bits of paper once more, he clenched his fist around them and then slipped them into his pocket. He'd burn them later. Or forget about them and let the House Elves deal with them in the laundry, where no doubt they'd leave tiny, sticky bits of crumbling parchment all over his robes. And he'd either have forgotten about the letter, and wonder what the hell it had been every time he put his hand into his pocket, or he'd be served with an annoying reminder about the fact that he should have burned it.

But for now, he just pushed his food around on the plate and shrugged. "Most news is unwelcome."

07-17-2023, 01:41 PM	#19 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,596 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Fifth Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir And yet he was not burning it. At least not right now, anyway. Milo stared at him without entirely realising he was doing so, trying to recall if it was indeed Tommy he recalled setting things - letters, mostly, and perhaps mistletoe, or newspapers? - aflame wherever he happened to be. If so, the fact he wasn't doing so now would be significant in some way. But Milo could not remember, and, he reasoned, it perhaps did not concern him anyway - though he did cast Tommy's hands, the torn and crumpled missive - one more brief glance, as a thought nagged at him. A though, however, that he knew was unlikely to have any truth in it. He cast it patiently aside for the moment, to revisit at a later time. Instead Milo clutched the strap of his schoolbag and picked at the stitching almost absentmindedly, as a riot of twitches briefly passed over his features. "Unwelcome news?" So many things to be set on fire, and until recently Tommy had been quick to do it. One might call the change progress - his therapist sure did. But if that was the case, then why did it feel like the opposite? After glancing at the torn bits of paper once more, he clenched his fist around them and then slipped them into his pocket. He'd burn them later. Or forget about them and let the House Elves deal with them in the laundry, where no doubt they'd leave tiny, sticky bits of crumbling parchment all over his robes. And he'd either have forgotten about the letter, and wonder what the hell it had been every time he put his hand into his pocket, or he'd be served with an annoying reminder about the fact that he should have burned it. But for now, he just pushed his food around on the plate and shrugged. "Most news is unwelcome." __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽