Gus wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to have a card reading, but it sounded interesting; perhaps he wanted his fortune told to validate his feelings - was he actually cut out to be a professor? People often told him he was, but he had his reservations of whether this was for him, or if he wanted to tuck tail and beg his old boss back for his job as a curse breaker. He’d committed to Hogwarts for the year, and as he pushed the door open to Chance L'Amour, he found himself grimacing. A year. Three hundred and sixty five days. That was a long time.
The worst case scenario was that the cards would tell him he was right and he’d committed an entire year of his life to a place he wasn’t sure he belonged. Best case scenario, which the redhead wasn’t even holding his breath for, was the cards telling him he was right where he belonged. Gus wasn’t sure which would make his mindset worse. Maybe they wouldn't even touch on the professor aspect and show him his relationships or his family matters. His life wasn't exactly calm at the moment.
Approaching Ms. Urquart’s table, he couldn’t help but slightly wrinkle his nose at the professor title. His face twitched before he offered her an easy smile and slid into the chair across from her. “Good afternoon Ms. Urquart. Thank you for meeting me, I really appreciate it.” Gus clapped his hands together as he turned his attention toward the cards in front of him, suddenly feeling a little more at ease - they were just cards, right? How much truth could they actually hold?
A lot, he reminded himself, but the thought was fleeting as he turned to order some tea: black tea with as many sugar cubes as they thought the cup would hold without overflowing, and a splash of milk. He turned his attention back toward the young lady and cleared his throat. “So uh… what is this going to tell me?”
The worst case scenario was that the cards would tell him he was right and he’d committed an entire year of his life to a place he wasn’t sure he belonged. Best case scenario, which the redhead wasn’t even holding his breath for, was the cards telling him he was right where he belonged. Gus wasn’t sure which would make his mindset worse. Maybe they wouldn't even touch on the professor aspect and show him his relationships or his family matters. His life wasn't exactly calm at the moment.
Approaching Ms. Urquart’s table, he couldn’t help but slightly wrinkle his nose at the professor title. His face twitched before he offered her an easy smile and slid into the chair across from her. “Good afternoon Ms. Urquart. Thank you for meeting me, I really appreciate it.” Gus clapped his hands together as he turned his attention toward the cards in front of him, suddenly feeling a little more at ease - they were just cards, right? How much truth could they actually hold?
A lot, he reminded himself, but the thought was fleeting as he turned to order some tea: black tea with as many sugar cubes as they thought the cup would hold without overflowing, and a splash of milk. He turned his attention back toward the young lady and cleared his throat. “So uh… what is this going to tell me?”
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