He’s reeling from his interactions with Foxwood and the need to run with his tail between his legs is overwhelming. He’s already penned a letter to Headmaster Black to resign from his post, he just needs to head to Gringotts first to ensure the goblins would allow him to crawl back and beg for forgiveness. Desk duty doesn’t sound awful, and it was in London far from the reaches of the castle. Gus will have to wait for his personal weekend to have any moving parts, probably nearer to Halloween than now, and he wasn’t sure he’d last that long with all the thoughts in his head.
So he sits down at his desk and pens a letter, the words shakier than normal as he does his best to keep himself from shattering. It’s short and some of the ink has blotted in places on the parchment, and the letters are smeared from having not waited to fold it before sending it.
So he sits down at his desk and pens a letter, the words shakier than normal as he does his best to keep himself from shattering. It’s short and some of the ink has blotted in places on the parchment, and the letters are smeared from having not waited to fold it before sending it.
September 30, 1892
Sophia,
You, me and The Hog's Head, October 10th?
I need you.
Gus
@"Sophia Voss"
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