“But if I did an owl order, you wouldn’t have recognized me. And it’s nice to get some time away from the castle.” Gus winked at him before he shook his head with a laugh. He needed the exercise, he needed the break, and really, Gus enjoyed meeting new people, especially those who weren’t children. The seventh year girls were brutal and he was terrified of some of them - he was thankful that he wouldn’t run in the same circles as some of the upper class ones who had spent the semester giving him a run for his money. He'd spent so much time away he was having to rekindle and make friends with a group of people who had known each other for years. It was difficult, and he certainly didn't want to be friends with just a bunch of students.
His grin widened at Quin. “I know, but saying taking just sounded kind of weird to me.” His donation had been sizable, but then again… as his gaze went to the treats piled in his hands, it was understandable. He nodded then, listening to what had caught his eye. He hadn’t had a macaron in ages (although Miss Dashwood had dropped some off at his office on her birthday, citing she wouldn’t be able to eat them all), and he swore his mouth was watering the more Quin kept talking. He loved cupcakes, and while he wished it was chocolate (the best kind of dessert if anyone ever asked him of his opinion, although it wasn’t as if Gus would ever stick his nose up at any kind of sweet), a lemon one would do. He’d just have to swing by Honeyduke’s sometime and see what other things he had on display.
“All of those sound delicious. I promise I will owl you the instant I try it. You made an orange flavored chocolate frog a few years ago? Because that was my absolute favorite. I kind of hope this rivals it.” Gus laughed quietly, nodding as he continued to explain what he’d grabbed. Sure, it was a lot, but they’d all get eaten one way or another. “I would be lying to say I’m not excited to try each and every one of these. Maybe one day, I’ll write to Witch Weekly with a review of each of your flavors.”
His grin widened at Quin. “I know, but saying taking just sounded kind of weird to me.” His donation had been sizable, but then again… as his gaze went to the treats piled in his hands, it was understandable. He nodded then, listening to what had caught his eye. He hadn’t had a macaron in ages (although Miss Dashwood had dropped some off at his office on her birthday, citing she wouldn’t be able to eat them all), and he swore his mouth was watering the more Quin kept talking. He loved cupcakes, and while he wished it was chocolate (the best kind of dessert if anyone ever asked him of his opinion, although it wasn’t as if Gus would ever stick his nose up at any kind of sweet), a lemon one would do. He’d just have to swing by Honeyduke’s sometime and see what other things he had on display.
“All of those sound delicious. I promise I will owl you the instant I try it. You made an orange flavored chocolate frog a few years ago? Because that was my absolute favorite. I kind of hope this rivals it.” Gus laughed quietly, nodding as he continued to explain what he’d grabbed. Sure, it was a lot, but they’d all get eaten one way or another. “I would be lying to say I’m not excited to try each and every one of these. Maybe one day, I’ll write to Witch Weekly with a review of each of your flavors.”
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