Gus was confused about the whole ordeal, his head spinning, but it wasn’t like he could voice as much to Basil without cracking the little olive branch they’d just exchanged. Sure, they could promise each other everything in the world, but only time would tell if they could be friendly with each other without falling into old habits. Gus was tired of holding on to whatever this was between them, anyway.

At least Basil put him out of his misery by not wanting to stick around any longer than he had, allowing the redhead to breathe out quietly, nodding. “Probably won’t be until late this summer,” he replied with a sheepish smile, taking a look around the dusty room that was nowhere remotely close to being unpacked; at least Hogwarts was out for the term so he could focus on unpacking as he really didn’t want to leave the everything to the house elf he employed; Gus did like to know where things were, and well, sometimes cursed objects winded up in places they shouldn’t be.

Gus nodded again as Basil gestured toward the door, and followed him without a second thought. The redhead laughed quietly, his fingers wrapping around the doorframe. “Yeah, we’ll write.” He had a few things planned this summer, but Gus was sure he could find time to send a few owls. With another farewell to the brunette, Gus shut the door before he stepped back, hand raking through his hair as he wondered what the hell had just happened.

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