Gus wasn’t sure he was ready to be back at Hogwarts for another thrilling school year; despite being a professor for a little over two years he still wasn’t sure he enjoyed it, and it was like each passing day made him want to run off to be a curse breaker again. Something though, kept bringing him back to the castle.
Right now it was suffocating and if Gus stayed one more second in his office, in his classroom, in his chambers the walls might close in on him. He needed some fresh air and a walk to Honeyduke’s was just what the doctor seemed to be ordering — the school year was looming with the students making their entrance tomorrow, and Gus still needed to stock up on his emergency stash of candy.
Hopefully this time a student wouldn’t try to steal it.
(This time Gus had put extra measures in place to ensure that sticky fingers wouldn’t be able to touch it, and if they managed it would be very obvious who managed to break his curse.)
Deciding to walk to Hogsmeade rather than floo, Gus breathed in the warm air of August, letting it fill his lungs. He breathed out as soon as he got to the gate, his hands curling around the iron to push it upon… only he didn't, finding a girl threading flowers through it. He arched an eyebrow at her, more curious than accusatory, arms crossing loosely around his chest.
“Didn’t say you stole ‘em.” Gus chuckled as he shook his head; they were weeping and looked nearly dead, so he hoped she didn’t steal them. “Do you erm… need help getting them to look more, um… alive?”
Right now it was suffocating and if Gus stayed one more second in his office, in his classroom, in his chambers the walls might close in on him. He needed some fresh air and a walk to Honeyduke’s was just what the doctor seemed to be ordering — the school year was looming with the students making their entrance tomorrow, and Gus still needed to stock up on his emergency stash of candy.
Hopefully this time a student wouldn’t try to steal it.
(This time Gus had put extra measures in place to ensure that sticky fingers wouldn’t be able to touch it, and if they managed it would be very obvious who managed to break his curse.)
Deciding to walk to Hogsmeade rather than floo, Gus breathed in the warm air of August, letting it fill his lungs. He breathed out as soon as he got to the gate, his hands curling around the iron to push it upon… only he didn't, finding a girl threading flowers through it. He arched an eyebrow at her, more curious than accusatory, arms crossing loosely around his chest.
“Didn’t say you stole ‘em.” Gus chuckled as he shook his head; they were weeping and looked nearly dead, so he hoped she didn’t steal them. “Do you erm… need help getting them to look more, um… alive?”
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