Gus inclined his head toward her, although didn’t say anything. It wasn’t a surprise that Basil didn’t speak about him. Their history was messy, they’d really been friends for a year when he left, and what they had now was for them to figure out. He was only here because Fig had dragged him (he was quite content spending Christmas by himself in Egypt thank you very much), although it wasn’t quite as terrible as he’d imagined it’d be. Atticus left him alone and his sister kept to her word and didn’t leave his side much.

“Ah… Yeah. Yes. I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.” He replied as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. She didn’t need to hear his entire life story of how he'd gotten here (and how he wasn’t even sure he’d made the right decision for himself.) “It’s not too bad, so far.” In her arms, Seamus shifted to peek up at him. Stepping up next to her, Gus held his arms out for his nephew, who wiggled toward him.

Gus laughed quietly. “Ah, sorry. Let me just… erm, grab him? He’s starting to get cranky and I should really return him to my sister before he has a meltdown.” He grimaced. Somehow it would be his fault and the party would be ruined… he didn’t want that on him.

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