Edwin truly, honestly, terribly wanted to call the Night Nurse 'Charlie' just for Charles, as he could not. But instead, he just greeted her with a nod. He was also only mildly surprised that the Nurse knew what Charles was...
"Well, this is unexpected but still good news. I'd have hated to house a Hellhound under this roof," Lady Goode remarked.
Edwin turned to Charles too with a heavy heart. He was trying to pep talk himself during this half hour to prepare himself for the absence of Charles. Which was going to be horrible. He was forced to stay at a strange place, with strangers, without the only person he trusted. His only comfort was that Charles was going to be in good hands with the Nurse in the Lost and Found. That was a safe place.
Edwin opened his mouth to tell Charles to go and felt like something was stuck in his throat. His hand was resting on the side of the Hound, never letting go. His fur still smelled like Hell, and it still put a strange buzz in Edwin's nerves, but this was still Charles. And there was a tiny, tiny chance that he wasn't going to see him again. And now he had to tell him to leave.
"Charles," Edwin forced the word out, patting the hound's head. He looked at the collars and the chains and the muzzle and he absolutely hated that he had to see his friend like this. Maybe for the last time. "Go, go then," Edwin said finally, his voice breaking. "I shall see you soon, right?" It would have been more effective if his hands weren't still holding Charles in a death grip.
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Date: 2024-10-09 06:13 pm (UTC)"Well, this is unexpected but still good news. I'd have hated to house a Hellhound under this roof," Lady Goode remarked.
Edwin turned to Charles too with a heavy heart. He was trying to pep talk himself during this half hour to prepare himself for the absence of Charles. Which was going to be horrible. He was forced to stay at a strange place, with strangers, without the only person he trusted. His only comfort was that Charles was going to be in good hands with the Nurse in the Lost and Found. That was a safe place.
Edwin opened his mouth to tell Charles to go and felt like something was stuck in his throat. His hand was resting on the side of the Hound, never letting go. His fur still smelled like Hell, and it still put a strange buzz in Edwin's nerves, but this was still Charles. And there was a tiny, tiny chance that he wasn't going to see him again. And now he had to tell him to leave.
"Charles," Edwin forced the word out, patting the hound's head. He looked at the collars and the chains and the muzzle and he absolutely hated that he had to see his friend like this. Maybe for the last time. "Go, go then," Edwin said finally, his voice breaking. "I shall see you soon, right?" It would have been more effective if his hands weren't still holding Charles in a death grip.