[ Percival looks at him, takes in the body language and the words and tries to suss out what is being said and what isn't, raising his eyebrows at the mention of more books. ]
More books, then. That's easily done.
[ He set his chin in his hand, two fingers resting against the side of his jaw as he looked up at Credence. The boy needed to stand taller, for one thing, put his shoulders back and stop hunching over. Still...he can take a guess at why Credence's posture is wound so tight. Percival gestures at the other seat in the room, waits for the other to sit. ]
I'll admit I have...reservations about the idea of you being cooped up in here until Albus Dumbledore arrives. From my understanding you have been deprived of what most No-Majs would consider a healthy life of your own, much less one by any wizarding standard. That is part of the reason I have offered this suggestion. [ Putting it lightly, he supposes. ] But I will also admit - to you, mind, I would rather not have to discuss this with anyone else - that a good part of my hesitation is that I do not feel safe here.
It is, perhaps, not a feeling borne of rational thought.
[ To put a fine point on it, Percival isn't sure he is going to feel safe anywhere anytime soon, but he sees no reason to put that particular burden on Credence's shoulders. ]
The other part is that I'm concerned you're being...railroaded, in a way, and not being given proper options to live your life as you see fit. However, since you seem firm on the matter of remaining here until you are treated, I will not push.
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More books, then. That's easily done.
[ He set his chin in his hand, two fingers resting against the side of his jaw as he looked up at Credence. The boy needed to stand taller, for one thing, put his shoulders back and stop hunching over. Still...he can take a guess at why Credence's posture is wound so tight. Percival gestures at the other seat in the room, waits for the other to sit. ]
I'll admit I have...reservations about the idea of you being cooped up in here until Albus Dumbledore arrives. From my understanding you have been deprived of what most No-Majs would consider a healthy life of your own, much less one by any wizarding standard. That is part of the reason I have offered this suggestion. [ Putting it lightly, he supposes. ] But I will also admit - to you, mind, I would rather not have to discuss this with anyone else - that a good part of my hesitation is that I do not feel safe here.
It is, perhaps, not a feeling borne of rational thought.
[ To put a fine point on it, Percival isn't sure he is going to feel safe anywhere anytime soon, but he sees no reason to put that particular burden on Credence's shoulders. ]
The other part is that I'm concerned you're being...railroaded, in a way, and not being given proper options to live your life as you see fit. However, since you seem firm on the matter of remaining here until you are treated, I will not push.