*12 Grimmauld Place*
I can't believe how many boxes we moved today... and I'm still not completely moved out! *rubs his face with his hands and turns to the potions equipment he set up in his room* Might as well do a bit of work on this... this counterspell. We agreed it's for the best to have it ready, at least. Give it a go.
Let's see... grind up the scale... right... four ounces? Easy enough. *runs his finger along the page* In sight of the mirror... right. *props up the mirror so his actions are reflected in the dull surface*
I should have said something. That whole conversation, it was just facts and could-be's, not a bit of honesty in any of it. I should have told him I really don't mind being... well. Tied to him, a bit.
*grinds the scale with a slow, steady motion* *pauses to take off his jacket and get some water* *pokes at the fire to get it to go down a bit* God, it's hot in here. Okay, now add more of that silver nitrate... slowly... feels like my hands are shaking. *stoppers the mixture and shakes the vial to mix* That never happens.
*takes a shaky breath and sets the vial down* I'm angry. *blinks, shakes his head* The offish breathing, the shaking, the flushing, I do that when I'm angry. But... I don't feel angry, not really. I just wish... maybe I should go talk to him? *rubs his eyes and then shakes his head*
No. I'll just confuse things, probably embarass myself. I'll work this through, finish it up soon. *glances up at the clock on the wall* Is that the time? Hopefully very soon. No wonder I'm aching, it's late. And... *rubs eyes again, leans heavily on the bench in front of him* Exhausted. Just a little push and it'll be done. Come on now, William.
*notices sweat dripping into his eyes* *blinks as the equipment goes a bit... bendy* The hell? Is the fire smoking in here? *turns and is hit by a wave of dizziness* ... oh shit.
*suddenly finds his legs all twisted up and the room going horizontal* *hits the floor with a thud and a groan* ... oh, shit. *eyes flutter closed*
Let's see... grind up the scale... right... four ounces? Easy enough. *runs his finger along the page* In sight of the mirror... right. *props up the mirror so his actions are reflected in the dull surface*
I should have said something. That whole conversation, it was just facts and could-be's, not a bit of honesty in any of it. I should have told him I really don't mind being... well. Tied to him, a bit.
*grinds the scale with a slow, steady motion* *pauses to take off his jacket and get some water* *pokes at the fire to get it to go down a bit* God, it's hot in here. Okay, now add more of that silver nitrate... slowly... feels like my hands are shaking. *stoppers the mixture and shakes the vial to mix* That never happens.
*takes a shaky breath and sets the vial down* I'm angry. *blinks, shakes his head* The offish breathing, the shaking, the flushing, I do that when I'm angry. But... I don't feel angry, not really. I just wish... maybe I should go talk to him? *rubs his eyes and then shakes his head*
No. I'll just confuse things, probably embarass myself. I'll work this through, finish it up soon. *glances up at the clock on the wall* Is that the time? Hopefully very soon. No wonder I'm aching, it's late. And... *rubs eyes again, leans heavily on the bench in front of him* Exhausted. Just a little push and it'll be done. Come on now, William.
*notices sweat dripping into his eyes* *blinks as the equipment goes a bit... bendy* The hell? Is the fire smoking in here? *turns and is hit by a wave of dizziness* ... oh shit.
*suddenly finds his legs all twisted up and the room going horizontal* *hits the floor with a thud and a groan* ... oh, shit. *eyes flutter closed*