An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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“You missed a spot, here, let me help.”
The man moved back a little, and Ri looked at him questioningly. For a moment she thought he wouldn’t let her help, looking like a skittish animal, but when she reached out slowly slowly Troy did not move.
“Move your head a little?” she asked while her hand gently took his chin and moved it in the right direction, revealing a long slender neck streaked with blood. She was gentle at first, careful, but the stain was tenacious which was probably the reason Troy had not managed to get rid of it in the first place. Ri could feel his heartbeat under her fingers, right where his artery was pumping blood up to his brain. It was just a little too fast to be relaxed, as was his breathing.
“We don’t have to talk about what happened, but I want you to know that you can...with me.” she said as she stared at the last of the grime, rubbing the towel at it.
“Nothing happened.” Troy replied, his voice lower than usual, quiet too. Tired.
“Are you okay?” it was all she needed to know.
Troy grabbed her hand then, not unkindly and countered: “Are you?”
I’m the one that don’t do this, remember? (1 of 2)
Jack leaves Victoria with Robert to look after as she's feeling poorly. Robert brings Victoria to Andy's so he can have some peace revising which Katie is also doing. In return, Robert earns his keep helping Andy briefly. Robert chats with Andy about Jack's concerns. Victoria is distracting Katie from her revisions.
((ooc: Molly Weasley played by the astounding @remus-lupin-is-my-type , god bless Nicki and her patience with how long this thread took to get posted. Petunia Dursley played by the ever-loved and glorious @askmoonyloonylupin ))
The summer morning was a fresh one, Molly feeling rather chipper as she walked into the kitchen. After all the excitement from the other day –flying a car across the country, those children! – she was determined to make today a peaceful one. Little did Molly know, a certain black haired, bespectacled boy would arise a whole bucketful of motherly concern within her.
Harry: “Oh, well…”
Harry looks confused at Molly’s exclamation – he needn’t cook? Then how does he make sure he is the Weasley’s kindnessis properly appreciated?
Molly’s concern grows as Harry defended his actions – it was unusual for a 12 year old boy to behave like this. She began to wonder who exactly had put these thoughts in his head; she began to wonder whether her children really had been exaggerating about bars on the poor boy’s window.
Harry shrugs noncommittally, continuing with his breakfast preparations.
Harry: “I help my Aunt Petunia cook and clean, and when the guests start arriving...”
Harry: “...Yes?”
Harry: “I can start over-”
Molly smiles at Harry, and gets him to calm down. She begins to take over the task of preparing breakfast.
Harry: “My Aunt--”
Harry watches with amazement as with a wave of her wand, Molly caused the whole kitchen to come alive, pots and pans levitating into place, ingredients flying to prepare the large breakfast needed to satisfy the Weasley family.
Later that night, Molly Weasley found herself angrily writing a letter to Mrs. Dursley. She had gone through three quills already writing with such fervor. She could not believe a grown woman would have the audacity to treat such a sweet young boy in such a way -- treating him like a maid!
Errol hoots, looking bored.
Molly tied the Howler to his leg and the owl takes off into the dwindling daylight. Molly watches him go, until he disappeared over the horizon. She sat back down, sighing.
Later that same evening, Errol barrels through the open window of 4 Privet Drive and drops the Howler straight into Petunia Dursley’s hands. She opens it, slowly, with some trepidation...
Mrs. Weasley’s angered voice fills the living room of 4 Privet Drive for some time, before finally dying away. Mrs. Dursley stood, shocked, for some time, before sweeping up the remains of the vivid red letter, and returning to her thorough night cleaning of the house. She studiously ignored the ringing in her ears.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Excerpt
“She’s supposed to be in medical,” Troy declared with a head-nod towards Ri, who… did she look worried? Because of Troy or Crazy Dog?
Crazy Dog, however, inclined his head, conceding the point. And for some reason that pissed Troy off even more.
“Why isn’t she?!”
“She wanted to train,” Crazy Dog replied, much more calmly than Troy had been. God, that tone drove him crazy and it was him now, that stepped into Crazy Dog’s space.
“Then you bring her to me,” he hissed, “She’s my responsibility. If she wants to train, you bring her to me!”
“You were busy. And she needs modified training, not what the militia is getting. With her injuries…”
“You bring her to me.” Troy wasn’t happy with how high his tone rose but what was so fucking difficult about understanding this? Crazy Dog’s face closed off even further.
“So your guys can throw her around some more? Fuck that.”
“That’s not your call to make.”
“In fact, it is,” the asshole disagreed, “You brought her into the militia, so she’s my responsibility, too.”
“Oh, fuck you, asshole. What, you’re saying I’m doing a shit job looking after her?”
