March 22nd, 1891 — Black's, Wellingtonshire, Hogsmeade

The desire to confront Macnair at the ball the other night had almost won over but ultimately he decided the risk of Miss Lestrange spotting them together was greater than the instant gratification. He'd gone to the club on Sunday but he hadn't been there so he was trying again this evening, if this failed he'd up his game and go after him at his home or at the hospital.

Luck was on his side that evening it seemed. He'd asked a member of staff who confirmed that Mr. Valerian Macnair was indeed in the building. He proceeded to book a room for the evening so he might take advantage of the privacy and soundproofing. Whatever happened between them that evening he didn't want a whisper of it getting out.

He was informed that Macnair was taking dinner in one of the dining rooms and after penning a quick note, he headed in to said dining room. He spotted the healer quickly and strode purposely towards him. "Macnair," he muttered tersely. He slid the note onto the table on which was written the number of the room he'd just booked. "If you have any self-respect you'll meet me there when you've finished gorging yourself." As abruptly as he had shown up he stalked off again to wait for him.

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