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13. Theo & Evy | Aborted visit to the 3B GENDERSWAP THREAD
Who | Theo & Evy
When | February 2nd, evening
Where | Hogsmeade
What | Dude looks like a lady?
Rating | R, mentions of child abuse
Status | Incomplete
It had been a long day for Theodore but it wasn't over yet. He'd needed the sleep, the rest and to forcibly yank all his marbles back into a semi-coherent line before he could do anything like sensible behaviour, but he got there. He hadn't so much laid out his plans as he'd slipped away in an obvious manner so that his friend's would know he was okay but just that he'd had to go.
He didn't want to head back to the Nott House, and apart from Draco's place he had limited places to go, but there was a place he thought might do something for him and the bad day he was having. Still dressed in his boy-form's clothes and sock feet charmed at the bottom to act as shoes, he cut an odd figure but he moved like everything was normal and as such no one paid him much attention. He made his way back to the Three Broomsticks but slow, meandering through Hogsmeade, catching his reflection in windows and feeling startled at his new appearance each time. He drew a couple of looks that were simple curiosity at a pretty girl in plain and shapeless clothes but some that were more the kind imagining what could be under the hooded jumper and jogging bottoms. He didn't understand the first, used to slipping through a crowd unseen, but he'd been subjected to the second more than he cared to have been; so much so that he was more used to seeing that look turned on him from his father than any parental pride.
It was strange that although his body was supposed to be more vulnerable, women were always seen as weak and frail, that he didn't feel as exposed and bared in this form as he did under those looks as a boy. Then again, they still made him feel sick and dirty and the nightmares he'd have later would prove to be even more vivid and graphic than usual. He pulled the hood of the jumper up and over his head and tried to duck in to the Three Broomsticks only to find it a hive of activity that he wasn't prepared to breach, not wanting to fight through the Ministry of Magic members, locals and the bastard press.
He turned around and, intentions thwarted, turned to wander away from the pub to see if he could fill his evening with something else, maybe drop by to pick up some more chocolate to replace what he took from Pansy (and then some) and something for Draco to apologise for, well, he'd lost track by now so he'd just go with the immediate 'freaking out and disrupting the morning'.
When | February 2nd, evening
Where | Hogsmeade
What | Dude looks like a lady?
Rating | R, mentions of child abuse
Status | Incomplete
It had been a long day for Theodore but it wasn't over yet. He'd needed the sleep, the rest and to forcibly yank all his marbles back into a semi-coherent line before he could do anything like sensible behaviour, but he got there. He hadn't so much laid out his plans as he'd slipped away in an obvious manner so that his friend's would know he was okay but just that he'd had to go.
He didn't want to head back to the Nott House, and apart from Draco's place he had limited places to go, but there was a place he thought might do something for him and the bad day he was having. Still dressed in his boy-form's clothes and sock feet charmed at the bottom to act as shoes, he cut an odd figure but he moved like everything was normal and as such no one paid him much attention. He made his way back to the Three Broomsticks but slow, meandering through Hogsmeade, catching his reflection in windows and feeling startled at his new appearance each time. He drew a couple of looks that were simple curiosity at a pretty girl in plain and shapeless clothes but some that were more the kind imagining what could be under the hooded jumper and jogging bottoms. He didn't understand the first, used to slipping through a crowd unseen, but he'd been subjected to the second more than he cared to have been; so much so that he was more used to seeing that look turned on him from his father than any parental pride.
It was strange that although his body was supposed to be more vulnerable, women were always seen as weak and frail, that he didn't feel as exposed and bared in this form as he did under those looks as a boy. Then again, they still made him feel sick and dirty and the nightmares he'd have later would prove to be even more vivid and graphic than usual. He pulled the hood of the jumper up and over his head and tried to duck in to the Three Broomsticks only to find it a hive of activity that he wasn't prepared to breach, not wanting to fight through the Ministry of Magic members, locals and the bastard press.
He turned around and, intentions thwarted, turned to wander away from the pub to see if he could fill his evening with something else, maybe drop by to pick up some more chocolate to replace what he took from Pansy (and then some) and something for Draco to apologise for, well, he'd lost track by now so he'd just go with the immediate 'freaking out and disrupting the morning'.
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Still, she felt bad for those forced into a new gender, no matter how short the time was they were stuck that way. It must have been frightful to wake up and not recognize your own body. She couldn't imagine it. She depended on the reliability of her own size and form to get through her apartment. If she suddenly didn't have that ... well, it would have been a terrible nightmare.
Setting down her journal, the braille markings brushing against her fingertips as she moved to close it, Evy had decided that after so much negative news within the small book, it was best to do something to brighten the day. She'd received an extra day off for the coming week, in repercussion for the incident with the Smart Answer quill. Instead of being disappointed, she looked to the silver lining. At least now, she could get a little more fresh air. It had been a long time since she'd made a trip up to Hogsmeade and today looked like the perfect day to go. She did have the time, after all.
Bundling herself up for the cooler weather, Evy prepared herself for an outing. She was not as familiar with Hogsmeade as she was with Diagon Alley, so she would need the extra assistance and pleasant company of Bella, her faithful black lab. The moment she'd put her coat on, Bella had instantly perked up. "Yes, yes, you're going too," she laughed, reaching down to find her head and scratch behind her soft ear. She was forever being told not to treat Bella like a pet, but she simply couldn't help it. She had magic, if worse came to worse, to guide her. Magic could not, however, give her a companion. So while Bella was suppose to be a guide, she was more of a friend.
Trained and fully used to the use of magic, Bella didn't react when the two apparated into Hogsmeade. There were few places she could apparate to, but Hogsmeade was one of them. It was a place she'd visited before and could still picture the streets in her mind. Loosening her hold on Bella's leash, she turned toward the sound of voices and started in that direction. She'd just reached the main street when Bella tugged a bit too hard on the leash and it slipped through Evy's fingers.
"Bella!" she called, somewhat exasperated by the dogs exuberance. She was much too friendly and enjoyed the fact that there were so many people around. Following her happy barks, Evy used her charmed walking stick to navigate her way around objects and people until she found her runaway friend. "What has gotten into you, silly dog!" It was then she heard the shuffling of another set of feet not so far from her own and she put two and two together. "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope she didn't frighten you. She's really just curious."
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