The Summer so far had been like nothing Clue had ever experienced. Quite as significant as learning about alchemy and succumbing quietly to some societal norms in the now-familiar Valenduris household, he had discovered romance and physical intimacy at the voice and touch of one Narcissus Laurent. All of this was enough to send Clue's sense of identity into a tailspin. He would return to Hogwarts a completely new person.

Having said that, he would always be strange. Narci, for all his uniqueness, seemed well-equipped with what he might call normalcy. He chatted, he laughed, he teased, he remarked, he wove stories, there was confidence in his movements, and global admiration for his Veela-esque good-looks. But Clue... he remained quiet, cold, dark, odd. Narci seemed to accept all this, almost as if Clue wasn't these things at all.

And as if to hammer home that point, the platinum-haired Slytherin replied simply; "yes", as he accepted a dark chocolate treat from his lover.