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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 6:05:11 GMT -5
"I have a few books inside on magic, feel free to look at those," said Arthur, "It's how I taught myself. My family was Ravenclaw as well. I like to read so I've collected a few over the years." As he said this, he kicked the ball back to Timmy. Was he being too generous in offering all these things? No, it was natural. Of course he'd want to help Timmy.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 6:14:32 GMT -5
Timmy nearly missed his kick. "Wow! That's awesome! Thank you! So...how was it, teaching yourself?"
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 6:19:00 GMT -5
"It was hard," said Arthur with a reminiscient smile, "But I had a lot of spare time between transformations. I liked to learn. Once grandma's memory went down though, I had less and less time to study, so I familiarized myself with the basic subjects, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Potions and Defense. I'm best at Potions though. Loved to make them."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 6:38:07 GMT -5
Timmy couldn't help but feel bad for Arthur. That must have been horrible! He couldn't imagine having to take care of another family member and himself at the same time - hell, Timmy had trouble surviving day to day! "Well, at least you learned the basics." he replied, smiling. "My magical education is all over the place."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 6:45:31 GMT -5
"Ah well, you can sort it out while you stay here, or when I find you a home, I can loan you some books or something," said Arthur, kicking back the ball to Timmy, "And something is always better than nothing. So, you asked me why I helped you, but why do you trust me? I'm not exactly the friendliest fellow."
He looked curiously at Timmy on that matter. He understood a kind hand helped, but he had to know. Why was Timmy so warmly accepting of him? It wasn't even like he'd done anything respectable in his life for Timmy to admire. He'd just whored himself around.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 6:51:20 GMT -5
"When you go around begging and trying to do odd jobs, you have to trust people." Timmy said, frowning. "You have to trust that they won't turn you in and that they'll pay you what's right. I've been messed with plenty of times, but if I lost trust in people, I'd be dead." he kicked the ball. But you...you've been good to me. And we're both werewolves. Why shouldn't I trust you?"
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 6:56:52 GMT -5
"Alright then," said Arthur, "But you don't even know anything about me. Don't you get nervous your putting your trust in the wrong person?"
He moved to grab the ball again, and after dribbling it for a little bit, he kicked it back to Timmy. How could someone so easily trust? Had he been like that once upon a time? He couldn't remember the last time he'd so easily given up trust.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 7:10:38 GMT -5
"Most of the time, no." Timmy said, a sad smile on his face. "I know that gets me into trouble sometimes, but I can't help it. I want to believe that the world isn't so bad, you know?" He kicked the ball, though not as strongly as the other times. He sneezed a few times.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 7:14:25 GMT -5
"It's getting chilly, let's go inside, and I'll show you around some more," said Arthur, picking the ball up and taking it to the shed. He tossed it inside, mulling over Timmy's words. A part of him didn't believe it, and another part wanted Timmy to never stop believing it. "You're a smart kid, Timmy. We can play some more tomorrow, let's go inside."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 7:21:27 GMT -5
"Alright." Timmy said. "I'm getting cold anyways."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 7:28:46 GMT -5
"Come on then," said Arthur, opening the garden door. To his surprise, grandma had woken up, and was now sitting at the dining table. He glanced back at Timmy, and then to his grandmother. She was drumming her fingers, and her head snapped up when she saw him.
"Geoffrey! Where have you been?" she said, standing up.
"I was-
"Don't give me those excuses, you went to see that woman again! I told you, she's a bad influence!" said his grandmother.
"I'm sorry mum," he said, playing along, and moving to shield Timmy.
"Who's this?" she asked, seeing Timmy.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 7:34:08 GMT -5
"My name is Timmy Lovegood." he said, a little surprised by Arthur's grandmother's sudden line of questioning. "It's nice to meet you, mam'."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 7:56:16 GMT -5
"A new friend Geoffrey? He's a bit young, isn't he?" asked his grandmum in confusion, "Isn't he too small to be the Lovegood boy? Don't you lie to me!"
Then she stared at him, and saw the scar on his neck, "What's that?! How did you get hurt Geoffrey? You're not Geoffrey! Who are you?! What are you doing in my house!?"
Arthur sighed. He turned to Timmy and pointed to the door. He mouthed, "Wait outside," and then moved to calm his grandmother again. "It's me mum, I'm Geoffrey, and he's just a kid that I offered to babysit."
"Liars! Don't lie to me, I can smell a lie! Where's Geoffrey?! Geoffrey!" she called out.
Arthur moved to subdue her, hoping she'd calm down enough soon.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 8:01:16 GMT -5
Timmy smacked himself on the forehead, as he wait outside. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to use his actual name.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 8:18:16 GMT -5
Arthur came opened the back door after an hour. His grandmother had raged and hollered until her memory switched and she forgot who she was. He'd settled her into a rocking chair with some paper for her to tear, as she glanced around nervously. Now she didn't know where she was, and he'd convinced her she was safe.
"Sorry about that Timmy, come on in," said Arthur with a sigh.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 8:19:39 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." Timmy said, eyes wide. "I should have said I was someone else. Is she...okay?"
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 8:26:14 GMT -5
"She's fine, and it really doesn't matter what you say, her memory doesn't stay long," explained Arthur, "Today she's paranoid, tomorrow she'll be convinced your her child hood friend and you just go with it. She should have been checked into St. Mungo's, but I'm the only one remaining who's seen her like this, and I really don't want to lose her now."
He led Timmy into the living room connecting to the kitchen, "This was the living room, now it's grandma's room. Just stay out of here."
He nodded to the pile of clothes, the torn paper, and his grandmother shredding paper, not even looking up.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 8:28:58 GMT -5
Timmy felt his heart aching, for both Arthur and the poor old woman. "I'll try my best to keep her happy." he said sincerely. "Will you need me to do anything tomorrow?"
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 8:38:01 GMT -5
"Not at all," said Arthur with a smile, leading Timmy away. "Over there's the front door, it's locked mostly all the time, and the doorbell doesn't work. Just come in through the back door, I'll give you a key for your time here. I disabled the doorbell because it scares her. To the side here is the old study and the stairs leading upstairs. In the study are all the books, feel free to go through them, just remember to shut the door behind you, want to take a peek?"
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 8:40:42 GMT -5
Timmy sneezed. "Sure, I'd love to." he replied stuffily.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 8:44:41 GMT -5
"Are you feeling alright?" asked Arthur, grabbing the key from under the front door rug. "You've been sneezing all day. And you were in the rain last night. This is the key by the way, I'll make you one too, but it's just one for all the locks in the house, easier to work with."
He unlocked the door, eying Timmy's red cheeks with worry.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 8:46:04 GMT -5
Timmy sneezed again. "I'm fine." he insisted. "I've probably got a cold. Nothing a bit of sleep won't fix. And thanks. I really appreciate this."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 8:50:30 GMT -5
"I have some cough syrup and potions," said Arthur, "And you look more like a flu than a cold kid. Anyways, this is the study."
He opened the door to show a small room with two grey arm chairs, a large desk with a cauldron he used to make potions, a cabinet with ingredients, and shelves along the walls for books. The books were old, and the room slightly dusty and neglected over the years.
"It's a bit dirty, but I haven't had time to clean up," explained Arthur, embarrassed, "And the books are all sorted alphabetically. You can rearrange it as you like, I don't read a lot anymore, but just tell me the new system."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 8:53:07 GMT -5
"This is amazing!" Timmy said happily, forgetting that Arthur had said he might have the flu. It wasn't a big deal, either way. He'd been sick plenty of times before. He was going to have fun looking different sorts of spells and other things up!
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 9:07:03 GMT -5
"Alright, you can check it out later," said Arthur, pleased that Timmy liked the place, "I'll show you to where your sleeping. You don't mind sharing a room with me, right? I can move into my grandmother's old room, but it'll take a few days."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 9:13:00 GMT -5
"No, not at all!" Timmy said brightly. "I don't mind!" It's better than sleeping alone.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 9:19:17 GMT -5
"Alright, come on, I'll show you my room then," said Arthur, leading them out of the study. "I'm just going to grab some fever potions from the kitchen and you can take it before you sleep."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 9:23:33 GMT -5
Timmy made a face at the thought of taking medicine, but didn't argue. Dear Merlin above, thank you. He prayed mentally. He felt as though he were starting down a wonderful new path, one that glistened brightly and promised a better future than he could ever hope for. I'm fine now, mum and dad. I hope you are as well.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 12, 2012 9:28:48 GMT -5
They reached the kitchen, and Arthur pulled out the fever potion. He uncorked the lid, since he'd made them all portion sized, and then glanced at Timmy, "Drink it all up. Then we can head upstairs. I'll just check on grandma."
He moved by the living room and took a peek inside. His grandmother was now trying to put the paper back together like a puzzle. She'd be busy for the while.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 12, 2012 9:30:27 GMT -5
Timmy drank the stuff down with a grimace. "Yuck!" he whispered.Why can't they make medicine taste good?
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