Fourteen days. That was all Gus had to last before he could declare he had survived his first year as a professor, even if it'd only been for a semester. Five of those days were classes, five of them exams, and the remaining would be dedicated to packing up and gearing up for the next school, which, rather recently Gus had decided to return to. It wasn’t exactly his calling, not yet at least, but seeing the young faces light up as they mastered a spell was something that made him well… happy. It was a lot different from Curse Breaking (and he really did have to lay off the sweets, even if Quin encouraged him to eat as much as humanly possible), but it was a good different. He was almost as proud to say he was a professor as he was to say he was a Curse Breaker - that would change with him, when became more confident. Or so he hoped.

He also had fourteen days left of constantly seeing Basil Foxwood. The man was in a good mood today as he cracked a joke that made Gus grin back at him. His fingers rubbed the back of his head before laughing quietly, tossing a quick glance at the maze he’d been working his tail off to create the past few days. It was larger than he’d expected it to be, but he’d added in a few extra twists and turns, and if they got lost, well, there were extra spells they learned to show them the right way. It was just more effort.

Shaking his head, Gus drew himself back to reality where Basil had all but saddled up to him. His feet paused and his heart stopped. When had the man been chosen to be this close to him? He all but forgot to breath, although when he did he exhaled with a laugh. “Well I did eat a Rocoto pepper on a dare once and swear I still can’t taste some things, but this,” The redhead tossed a look over his head before he turned back toward Basil with a larger grin. “Is today’s mistake. Someone said practical, I said okay.” He scratched at his cheek.

If Basil was in a good mood, he wondered if he would be the one to go through it with him, so he could work out the kinks before the students ran through it. “I well, I’m not sure if it’s… ah, working? I worked my butt off getting it built, but I haven’t had a chance to run through it, which would be useless because I know it…” Feeling himself beginning to ramble, Gus couldn’t help the embarrassment that was flooding his cheeks. “I well, Mr. Foxwood, would you? Help me? Because if I did in fact make a mistake, I would like to fix it before I have students run through it.” He was not above begging the other professor, and if he turned up the puppy-dog eyes, well, he could only hope that Basil wasn’t immune to them.

"And I promise no memory spells were used to make this!" Added bonus.

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