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I need help. [Charles looks more like how he'd been when he arrived in the Drabworld nearly two years ago - longer hair, a full beard, only this time he was dealing with piecing his mind together bit by bit rather than recuperating from years of substance abuse. While he talks, he continually looks off at something at the corner of his eye, blinks, before refocusing on the locket again.]

Not with getting anywhere, or anything like that. Look - I can't be the only one who was wounded during the battle. I was before then. I'd gone through something some weeks before, but... I don't know. I don't know if everything made it worse, or if it kept it from getting better. [He runs a hand through his hair out of nervous habit. Wherever he is, there's not a lot of people surrounding him and with good reason. There are times when his telepathy threatens to overwhelm him again and it's better to be away from large crowds right now.]

It's my head. My mind. [There's a deep sigh, before he pushes forward because fuck his career as a spy - ] You remember when you shared memories with one another? I can do that naturally. And because of everything - I can't sleep very well, not very well at all.

[There's more to it than that but doesn't want to get into the nitty gritty; he's sure people can infer. Mumbling - ] Where can any of us even go right now? [A moment later and he clears his throat.]

I would also...I'd like to know who's still here. Even if we haven't met in person before. Fuck, even if we hated each other. It's a wild new world and, God - [He smiles for the first time, bright and abrupt, in spite of everything that happened.] There was mention of a party? I need a party. A week's worth.

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[Diarmuid doesn't know this man, but he is asking for help and never has Diarmuid been able to resist helping those in need. Especially when he has something in his possession that might very easily offer that assistance.]

I know we have not met before Good Sir, but I was once given some incense that was charmed to provide deep and nightmareless sleep. I do not need to sleep, so have not used it myself. However, if there is a chance it might help you get some of the sleep you seem to so desperately need, I will be more than happy to have it sent to you.

[He might not be able to help with the odd 'memory sharing' abilities the man speaks of, but that doesn't mean he won't help in the ways that he can.]

That's very kind of you, although if it's booned - [He tilts his head. He'd feel guilty, even for all that he's going through.] I wouldn't let the favour go unreturned. I can say that much.

[Between his strange abilities and his few resources here (and who knows what might come), he could repay the favour in some way.]

Then we're meeting now, in a fashion. I'm Charles. Formerly Seelie Court.

It was not booned. It was merely a gift I was given for a job well done. I have no problem gifting it to one who needs it more than I do in return.

[He shakes his head.]

I ask for nothing in return other than perhaps a lessening of the difficulties you face. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to have the abilities you describe.

[Diarmuid is a kind enough person that he doesn't worry about being repaid for everything he does. Indeed, knowing he has helped another is more than enough.]

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, also formerly of the Seelie Court. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Charles.

[Charles has heard that name before in the thoughts of one person in particular.] You know Hermione. [Well, a little more than know. He's familiar with the bond the two of them share from his own contact with her mind. He smiles and nods, feeling more at ease about accepting the offer.]

If you could spare me some, I'd be grateful. I was given some potions last year by our mutual friend, but she told me prolonged use could cause more problems.

[And because he feels the need to explain - ] I consider it a gift what I can do. There's room for things to go wrong, like anything in life. But I still hold to that. [And, hopefully, if things are less intense than the last two years then he'll be able to find far more to be positive about and help people in the Drabworld.]

[Diarmuid blinks in surprise, startled at how Charles' words are not a question, but a statement of fact. Well, it shouldn't be so surprising, he supposes since Hermione was so important to the Seelie Court and Charles was Seelie. They could have meet in any number of ways. Plus with his gift, who knows what he might have accidentally picked up on?]

That's right. She and I are partners and good friends. I am hoping she will be able to teach me some of her world's magic soon.

[So much has happened, but he cannot help but still hope their will be time for her to follow through on that.]

I will send out my messenger bird with them this evening, then. With as many difficulties as you are having now, the last thing you need is having more added because you had to use a potion for too long. May I ask where you ended up so I can direct him?

[Though he expects no explanation, Diarmuid cannot help but be grateful for what comes.]

It is good to hear you say that. So many with special gifts--especially those that are hard to control--think of them only as bad things. However, everything in life has both good and bad in it. It is up to us what we decide to focus on.

[As Diarmuid speaks, he reaches up to rub the mole under his right eye. Had he ever stopped to think about the good side of his curse? It is true much bad came from it, but at the same time he would not have become a hero remembered in legend or had a family without it.]

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