Finally, words started to tumble out of the former - he supposed - Hufflepuff’s mouth and Basil listened, trying to piece things together from a very vague suggestion. “Right about what?” Basil demanded, ignoring in it’s entirety the suggestion about going to the infirmary. Who the hell Ms. White was he didn’t want to find out, either. “Gus just tell me, please,” he pleaded. “It can’t have been all that if a student could totally expunge it from my memory!” He didn’t add that she’d also managed to erase a third of his life along with this one instance, but that wasn’t particularly relevant right now anyway.
He huffed in frustration, trying to force his mind to cooperate. There wasn’t anything, anything at all in what Gus was saying that clicked in a single part of his brain. Basil could feel the numb headache in the back of his mind, tensing and twinging as he tried to see past it, but it was like a dense, white fog had been pulled over any part of his life. He didn’t remember anything past… well, what he presumed was sometime in his seventh year before graduation. He remembered before that, somewhat. Distantly, he supposed. He remembered his family, his mother, father and elder brother. He could see their faces and he could even remember the last time his father had grumbled something at him; it had been over Christmas break, he just didn’t remember what it was presently. But anything beyond that fog… was blank. And painful.
Basil grimaced again as his mind rebelled. He had to know whatever it was that had been said; surely if it had caused a rift back then, he simply… hadn’t had time to think it through! Maybe they’d both been edgy already and reacted poorly! This could be their second chance and he wasn’t about to squander it.