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Bows
by imnotokaywiththerunning
Charlie shivered walking up to his room. He'd been soaked through with snow in the few minutes he'd helped the Dowager Lady Grantham to her car. He hoped that she would make it home safe and sound. Lord Grantham had tried to convince his mother to stay at the Abbey for the night, but the Dowager would not be moved.
He pulled his tie from his collar to change out of his wet clothes and into some dry ones. He worked as quickly as he could. Mr. Barrow was in charge of the after dinner drinks, but Charlie did not want to leave the man alone for very long.
Mrs. Hughes met him at the Servant's door on the main hall with a cup of tea. She pushed the cup into his hands with a tsk. "You'll catch your death if you keep at it like this, you know."
He rolled his eyes but dutifully took a sip of the warm tea made just how he liked it. Mrs. Hughes reached out and he held the cup for her to take, but she moved past it to pull slightly on his bowtie.
"There," she said, taking the cup from him at last. She nodded at him once and then turned back down the staircase leaving him stunned in the doorway, the bitterly cold snow a distant memory.