Prompt Post #1

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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Fill: Ab Irato (4/?)

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"Hey Spot..." Percival reached out, holding the sugar lump to the young foal. She ate hungrily, and the man was smiling.

"She's a sweetie, isn't she?" Percival asked, and the man nodded quickly. "So, her name is Spot. Do you have a name?"
The man looked away, and then held up his uninjured hand, three times with all the fingers raised and then dropping the last two for one final flash. Percival thought for a moment.

"Eighteen?" Percival asked, and was rewarded by a nod. Percival mentally steeled himself against the anger that bubbled inside at the thought this man's name had been stolen from him. "Do you have another name?" There was no response. Percival frowned. He couldn't bring himself to call another man by a number. He tried to appraise him - eighteen wasn't his age. He was a little older, in his mid twenties. He hoped that it wasn’t the age Grimsditch had first got him.

There was a knock on the door, and the youngest Healer Kettering walked in, carrying a bowl of thick tomato soup.
“Everyone other than the Director, out.” He ordered, as the Goldsteins blinked awake. The healer who had been bandaging the man’s arm finished their task, and they all left the room, Davidson going to guard outside the door.

The healer placed the bowl on a stand over the man's chest so that he could eat one handed.
"Here you go. Careful. It's hot."
The man nodded and took the soup, looking down at it uncertainly before picking up the spoon. His hands were shaking so badly that Percival worried he might drop the bowl and spill the steaming food down himself. He waved a hand, wordlessly stopping the soup from splashing out of there, and the man ate. Percival tried not to stare, but it was clear the man was hungry.

"How is he doing?" He asked Kettering, partially to give him something else to focus on. The healer motioned for him to step away a little, lowering his voice before he answered.
"Better than we could have expected." The healer sighed. "He's got some very nasty injuries mind you. Cuts and scrapes you can see, yes, but that arm is shattered. Skele-gro isn’t going to help until we’ve put the pieces back in order. He's malnourished, has the two branding spells you saw, used for administering torture curses, he's got cuts that are infected, he's... he has been assaulted, and he was chained for a long time. I'm guessing he's not been exercising much, judging by the muscle wastage." Percival tensed slightly at the report. There was nothing he didn't expect, but he was still consumed with anger at Rufus Grimsditch for doing this to another human, especially one as kind as this man.

That kindness was shown as despite his hunger, after a few spoonfuls the man held his spoon out towards Spot.
"Hey." The healer said, making him jump. "It's alright, I've got some food for her too..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag, which he cast engorgio on. It quickly grew to its full size, revealing a feed bag. "Mix of hay and oats in there, if that's okay with you?"

The man nodded, and reached for the bag, glancing inside before carefully guiding the bag to her face.
"You can just put the strap over?" The healer suggested, but the man paid no attention to him, focusing on encouraging Spot to eat. She seemed a little cautious at first, but soon ducked her head into the food. The man's soup stood forgotten as he focused on feeding the foal.

Eventually she had eaten her fill and he quickly finished his soup, smiling for a moment at the healer. The healer checked a few things and then walked away, saying he would return in an hour or so. He paused in the doorway.
"Director?"
"Yes Kettering?"
"Be patient with him. He's pretty tired, he's not up to an interrogation right now."
"Understood." Percival watched the healer walk away and then looked back at the man who was now brushing his fingers through Spot's hair, grooming her.

He wanted to know who this man was. He would have a family who loved him somewhere, of course he would. He knew that losing someone could tear your family apart, one of his own friends having lost their brother on an expedition to Russia. He knew Theseus was haunted by his brother’s death, and by the knowledge that they had never found the body to bring it home.

There was a gentle knock on the door, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked up to see Auror Goldstein stood there, her arms clutching something to her chest.
"Goldstein?" He greeted her, standing. "What've you got there...?"

"A Den of Dragons." Goldstein murmured, walking forwards and holding it out. Percival stared down at the brightly coloured children's book, a large and brightly coloured dragon flapping across the front page. "I had it in the cupboard at home, and I thought...well, we don't know if he can read, but he likes Spot right? So maybe he likes other creatures, and it’s got pictures and -"
Percival held up his hand before she spewed forth further rambling explanation.
"That's very thoughtful of you Tina. Why don't you give it to him?"

"Thanks Director." She mumbled, stepping forwards. Percival was a little surprised to see her so nervous when she was normally fairly confident during cases. "Uh. Excuse me." The man looked up and she smiled. "I. Uh. I brought you a present-" She handed it over, and he took it curiously, then his face brightened as he saw what was on the cover. He started to flick through it, eyes shining, then looked up at her and beamed.

"You're welcome." Goldstein said quickly.
"Now..." Percival paused, and pulled a pen from his pocket. "You mind if he writes on that Goldstein?" She shook her head, so Percival continued. "The healers say you're not ready to be interviewed yet, and I respect that. But I'm going to give you a pen. And if you have anything you need to write down, you can, okay?"

He handed over the pen when the man nodded, and then sighed.
"Come on Goldstein. He needs a chance to rest, and so do you." She nodded and walked away beside him.

Percival glanced back from the doorway, and saw that the man was already writing some notes.