Basil couldn’t help but jump as Macnair’s voice barked at him that the shop was closed. He hadn’t realized as much, else he wouldn’t have barged in so brazenly. Clearing his throat a little and turning with a rueful look that clearly indicated he’d been caught preening, the brunette raised his chin. “Nothing much, just attempting to sniff you out of this hole that seems to have swallowed you up.” He offered Macnair a lopsided little grin and let grey irises dance over the blonde’s form.

He was filthy, covered in soot, and looking a little sleep deprived if the look on his face was any indication. Basil’s urge to nurture caused him to frown upon realization and he resisted the urge to take a step closer to wipe Macnair’s face himself. “What happened to you?” He asked, bluntly. “You look as if you’ve been blown out the back of a misbehaving Floo.”

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