Raining. Out of all the times, where he finally had a chance to step outside without a care in the world, it was raining.

England was normally lovely this time of year, but then again he loved the sweltering hot days, but the storms that rolled in were often quick, but powerful. Gus was sitting crossed-legged on a bench in Padmore Park with a chocolate ice cream cone in his hand as he watched the ducks shooting across the lake toward the bread someone was feeding them.

He hadn’t noticed as the sun slowly faded and the grey clouds gathered above him until they began to quietly drip, and by the time Gus tilted his head upward to determine if it was actually raining he felt it burst into a torrential downpour. He squeaked as he moved to cover the cone with his hand as if that would do anything, before eyeing one of the larger trees across the way; it wouldn’t offer much reprieve, but it was better than nothing. The people in the park scattered quickly, some summoning umbrellas while others rushed toward the house, others taking an opportune moment to apparate. Gus took a few steps forward, his shoes squelching against the grass, eyes narrowing toward the tree that was hard to see in the rain. The limbs swayed in the rain.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone slipping against the went across. “Are you okay?” Gus called out, and even against the storm, his voice resounded. He shifted to move toward the person. “We might actually drown out here.” He joked with a slight laugh before he shook his head.

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