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[Theodore Marcus Flint]

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STARING AT TILLY AS IF SHE WERE A BOOK FULL of pig Latin, Theo was as intrigued as he was disturbed. Though he couldn't help but laugh as she rolled her head back and let her tongue loll out, proverbial crosses over both eyes. He supposed what she said made sense, but he couldn't picture it. "I think that's the point, though." Theo started, hesitantly in case he offended her morbid curiosity. "We don't get to see it until we're there." He shrugged his shoulders, as if it were that simple. "That's why everyone's so bloody afraid of it, right?" He tried a laugh, but it was a bit too weak for his liking.

"Shrink...?" Theo mouthed to himself, letting his mind roll over all the muggle-mumbling half-wit sayings until it clicked. "Oh! Like a mind-healer?" He asked, questioning himself as he wasn't particularly sure he'd gotten it right. It was mangled up with the rest of their whack-job professions. "Charlatans, the lotta them." He sounded just like his father then and it might have made him cringe if he wasn't so sure he was right. "They tried to get me to see one, once." He added casually. "My great-aunt chased them out with an old broom."

Sitting back on the desk he was perched on, Theo pulled his legs up and carefully folded them atop the rickety old thing as he watched Tilly's lungs fight with a handful of ancient dust. "Boring!" He crowed around a cupped hand, a laugh in his smile as he watched her set it back down carefully. "Who would you rather be felt up by then?" He asked with a taunting quirk of his mouth, chancing his luck as he always did. His great-aunts old manor had enough ghosts in its attic to chill the bones, but Theo didn't say anything in case Tilly asked something horrifying, like if she could visit.

Tilly's expression stilled, and Theo wondered if it was because he'd mentioned his own experience with the fires. It had obviously done something to Tilly, somewhere in her strange head, but Theo was too scared to ask in case she clammed up any more than she already had. He cleared his throat, dropping his gaze to his hands as the room seemed to vibrate with a new and unfamiliar tension. His attention was only pulled back by Tilly speaking, her tone intentionally light. Theo couldn't help but grin, unfolding his legs and letting them drop to the ground as he raised his brows. "Always," He replied sharply, beckoning her with a challenging tilt of his chin. "Are you still going to tease me for asking?" 

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”Unless you become a ghost, I don’t think there’s any true understanding of what it might feel like. You’d be dead, after all,” she shrugged. Which brought up the one conundrum she had in all of it: how would she be able to experience it without actively getting offed? Because she certainly didn’t want to die right now. Even that was too grim for her. She had held many conversations with the school’s ghosts, trying to understand if they were merely the extended conscious of their once living being (now an eternal, ethereal visage of it, if you will), but had come up short on that front. They seemed to be the magical embodiment of one’s soul and memories, all wrapped up in a macabre version of a Force ghost. Which none of them understood when she tried to explain it to them. Because why would a bloody ghost know what Star Wars was? ”And I’m not afraid of it. I just don’t want it to happen prematurely. I’ve got shit to do with my life first,” Tilly added, hoping to drive the point home a bit more. Some of their classmates seemed to think she was debating to jump from the Astronomy Tower on a daily basis, which was so beyond the truth.

Tilly nodded her head at his magical explanation of the psychologist. ”Yeah, sort of like that. Neither of us are that broken though. I doubt we really need one.” She understood why someone would want Theo to see one though. Navigating what his family had gone through was different than being obsessed with death. They seemed to get on another well enough without the intervention of doctors though.

What an odd conversation this was, even for her. The alternative to a ghost’s chilly fingers was a living, breathing human. But that would be playing right into what Theo expected. He probably hoped she would say him, and while that would absolutely be preferable to the cold touch of plasmatic death, she couldn’t let him know that. He’d run off to the Vectors and blab to them about how he could get her whenever he wanted, sort of like he’d already done last month when they’d swapped clothes after losing her teeth. Those sorts of things went around fast, and while Tilly didn’t mind them, she also disliked being seen as ‘easy’. Because she definitely wasn’t. ”Someone that doesn’t have goblin hands like you,” she decided on, giving him a stupid grin.

The unfortunate truth in all of their joking was that she wasn’t alright. Theo seemed to understand that though. He always had. She was incredibly good at deflecting and getting around actually discussing why she wanted to know the things she was interested in. Even with the way she had just explained her ‘obsession’, she hadn’t fully gotten into the details of what her exact goal was. Maybe because she didn’t quite fully understand it herself.

”I don’t know…maybe.” It was pretty admirable that he hadn’t given up yet. Probably because she kept baiting him into it too. Laying out a crumb trail for him to follow in the hopes of potentially getting a smooch was exactly the same thing she did for Squeaks with his treat maze she’d built over the winter holidays. The possibility of Theo making it to the end was definitely there.

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