[Percival has always been a rather serious man, but he never looked haggard, completely worn out to the point that people might question his capabilities. He's always looked well-put together, and the exhausted man before Theseus is nothing like the Percival he's come to befriend. A cautious voice in the back of his mind whispers that he could still very well be a trap, perhaps even the dreaded dark wizard himself, but Grindelwald shucked his disguise when he was first caught.
No, this isn't Grindelwald standing before him. And if it's some illusion, well, Theseus doesn't mind risking his life interacting with it, not until he's 100% sure that the Percival standing before him isn't real. Until then, however, he's not leaving. He's not going to abandon his friend after all this time, after he's been most likely tortured for months. The thought enrages Theseus and he can feel his grip tightening on his wand, his temper barely kept in check. The only thing really stopping it is his concern for his friend.
Theseus raises his hand for a moment when Percival has his own up, but the British Auror lets it drop to his side as the other pulls back slightly, a look of understanding crossing his eyes. While it's sorely tempting to just step forward and tightly hug him, he decides that it might be better to ask first.]
Do you want me to hug you so that you could find out?
[He weakly teases, a flicker of an upturn of his mouth showing that he's somewhat joking about that. But there's definitely something serious in his eyes, a focus in them as he watches Percival in turn.] Or I can cast revelio on myself, if you want to be a bore like usual.
[Despite his words, however, Theseus is more than willing to do so.]
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No, this isn't Grindelwald standing before him. And if it's some illusion, well, Theseus doesn't mind risking his life interacting with it, not until he's 100% sure that the Percival standing before him isn't real. Until then, however, he's not leaving. He's not going to abandon his friend after all this time, after he's been most likely tortured for months. The thought enrages Theseus and he can feel his grip tightening on his wand, his temper barely kept in check. The only thing really stopping it is his concern for his friend.
Theseus raises his hand for a moment when Percival has his own up, but the British Auror lets it drop to his side as the other pulls back slightly, a look of understanding crossing his eyes. While it's sorely tempting to just step forward and tightly hug him, he decides that it might be better to ask first.]
Do you want me to hug you so that you could find out?
[He weakly teases, a flicker of an upturn of his mouth showing that he's somewhat joking about that. But there's definitely something serious in his eyes, a focus in them as he watches Percival in turn.] Or I can cast revelio on myself, if you want to be a bore like usual.
[Despite his words, however, Theseus is more than willing to do so.]