The potion was working so harshly that Theo didn't notice he was being given a once-over, but still an uneasy feeling crept up through his stomach. He ducked when the stranger lifted a hand towards his head, too addled to rein in reactions that had been smacked into him and had been impossible to pry back out; all he could do was disguise them, but he was too sedated to think to do so.
He let the hand land a second after and the touch was somehow not as awful as he'd been expecting. He looked down, realising then that he'd left his coat on the back of the chair in the waiting room he'd been sitting in before being seen, only to start when he looked back up to see a wand being pulled out at him. This time he did pull back, uncomfortable at seeing the wand but too uncoordinated to pull his own, although his hands did flutter to his sleeves like they were looking for something in a fog.
"No!" he said, his voice sharp and just on the edge of a plea and then, "no." much calmer, more normal. "I'm okay, just, just chto-tovrachi dali mne " and who knew why he'd slipped into Russian? "Just, I'm just a little bit... I'll be fine." he was about to confess to a weakness and his sense of self-preservation stopped him saying that he was just a little bit dizzy, a bit weak, just before he said it. He rubbed at his face like a lost rabbit; of course, the potion wouldn't have had this much of an effect on him had he actually eaten that day. "I'm sorry to have bothered you." he said, tried to close up the conversation but didn't seem to be able to follow through.
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He let the hand land a second after and the touch was somehow not as awful as he'd been expecting. He looked down, realising then that he'd left his coat on the back of the chair in the waiting room he'd been sitting in before being seen, only to start when he looked back up to see a wand being pulled out at him. This time he did pull back, uncomfortable at seeing the wand but too uncoordinated to pull his own, although his hands did flutter to his sleeves like they were looking for something in a fog.
"No!" he said, his voice sharp and just on the edge of a plea and then, "no." much calmer, more normal. "I'm okay, just, just chto-tovrachi dali mne " and who knew why he'd slipped into Russian? "Just, I'm just a little bit... I'll be fine." he was about to confess to a weakness and his sense of self-preservation stopped him saying that he was just a little bit dizzy, a bit weak, just before he said it. He rubbed at his face like a lost rabbit; of course, the potion wouldn't have had this much of an effect on him had he actually eaten that day. "I'm sorry to have bothered you." he said, tried to close up the conversation but didn't seem to be able to follow through.