The news of the sinkhole in Hogsmeade had hardly fazed him when he first heard about it. He’d endured his own share of magical disasters, and it was not that uncommon for smaller scale ones to happen in areas with a large population of witches and wizards. And even if it had been major, Raphael didn’t have the mental bandwidth the worry about anything that did not impact him directly. Not right now, not tomorrow, possibly not for the next year at this rate.
He was having an issue recruiting for the Arrow—or rather, the coach was, but it was always his problem in the end. His money, his dues to the league, him who had to answer when there were issues. Raphael had only recently returned to being an active participant in meetings, but it seemed each and every one triggered a headache and a hollow ache in his cursed arm.
The quidditch match had concluded with an invitation to join one of the other sponsors at the club, and, although he’d rather had been at home, Raphael had no desire to field anymore questions about the shift in his demeanor since he’d returned to England. Hence how he found himself at the gentleman’s club, sitting next to Faris Medley, a short but oddly intense man who happened to be just as detached from the conversation around him as he was. However, unlike Raphael (who threw in an occasional hmmm and of course whenever he was prompted), Medley had received not one, but four messages over a single cigar.
One bored question about Medley’s letters and one long explanation about the state of Padmore Park—including a rattled-off list of names of injured Ministry employees—later, Raphael found himself seated beside Yaxley’s hospital bed. It would have been easier to lie about his reason for visiting, had they looked anything alike. In the end he lied about being on business for his Ministry-employed father, and that was that.
“Only by chance,” he said quietly, scooting his seat forward to be closer to the edge of her bed. He didn’t reach out for her, his nerves still high at the possibility of being caught where he shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t consequences he feared, but the questions: how did he know her? What did he want? What ‘business’ what he running? His mind was too scrambled to lie convincingly. “What happened” he asked, examining the parts of her that were visible for any noticeable injuries.
He was having an issue recruiting for the Arrow—or rather, the coach was, but it was always his problem in the end. His money, his dues to the league, him who had to answer when there were issues. Raphael had only recently returned to being an active participant in meetings, but it seemed each and every one triggered a headache and a hollow ache in his cursed arm.
The quidditch match had concluded with an invitation to join one of the other sponsors at the club, and, although he’d rather had been at home, Raphael had no desire to field anymore questions about the shift in his demeanor since he’d returned to England. Hence how he found himself at the gentleman’s club, sitting next to Faris Medley, a short but oddly intense man who happened to be just as detached from the conversation around him as he was. However, unlike Raphael (who threw in an occasional hmmm and of course whenever he was prompted), Medley had received not one, but four messages over a single cigar.
One bored question about Medley’s letters and one long explanation about the state of Padmore Park—including a rattled-off list of names of injured Ministry employees—later, Raphael found himself seated beside Yaxley’s hospital bed. It would have been easier to lie about his reason for visiting, had they looked anything alike. In the end he lied about being on business for his Ministry-employed father, and that was that.
“Only by chance,” he said quietly, scooting his seat forward to be closer to the edge of her bed. He didn’t reach out for her, his nerves still high at the possibility of being caught where he shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t consequences he feared, but the questions: how did he know her? What did he want? What ‘business’ what he running? His mind was too scrambled to lie convincingly. “What happened” he asked, examining the parts of her that were visible for any noticeable injuries.
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