Perhaps he laughed a bit too awkwardly but it was to cover a sigh of relief when Basil finally agreed to meet with him. It was unexpected as Gus had thought he’d be brushed off with a simple maybe, yet he was thrilled with the development. “As long as you’re not embarrassed by the gilly water or pumpkin juice.” He couldn’t help the slight ting of pink that painted the bridge of his nose, although he did manage a shrug. People had always raised an eyebrow at his choice of drink.

Gus could count on one hand how many times he’d been just a step beyond tipsy, and even those days were far and few in-between. As they’d gotten older people had stopped pressuring him into drinking, respecting that he simply didn’t want to. He liked to be in full control of his emotions and actions. There wasn’t any other reason beyond that.

“It’s a date” sat on the tip of his tongue but Gus managed to swallow it. “Thank you again, Foxwood. I should get back to this,” he mumbled as he gestured around the classroom, “And figure out how to terrorize them next week.” And eat. He should do that too.

He couldn’t help but frown when he saw the chocolate frog had rolled away. Damn. He’d have to pick up more the next time he could sneak away to Hogsmeade.

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