Gus grinned at Eugene as he nodded. “Yeah. I don’t think I could do a desk job.” He’d go crazy being behind a desk and he’d probably be forced to work on his chicken-scratch penmanship. He wasn’t even sure what he would do at the Ministry, although he could maybe handle something with portkeys because it would get him out from behind his desk. That was the thread he kept pulling, and it all boiled down to the idea that if Gus couldn’t travel he’d probably combust into a million pieces.

As he mulled over his thoughts, Gus brought the chocolate ice cream to his lips, only he tipped the cone too much and caused the entire scoop to tumble down the front of him; it started from the collar of his shirt and rolled until he looked like he had a muddy dirt road down the entire front of his shirt. Then the rest of the scoop thumped to the floor. Gus stared at it, dejected. What a waste of chocolate.

Sighing then, he dug his wand from his pocket and flicked it up, bringing the scoop up and toward the trash can before getting something to wipe the melted ice cream from the floor. His cheeks burnt as he popped back up onto his feet and turned toward Eugene. “It was great seeing you, but I should probably go deal with… this. Before it stains, or you know... people start to stare at me.” His cheeks burned as he motioned toward his shirt. “Don’t be a stranger, though. I’m always open for ice cream adventures.” Gus liked kids, and he wouldn’t ever have any of his own, so it was time to become the fun uncle.

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