Gus grinned at him before he nonchalantly shrugged, as if that explained everything. “It’s the one thing I could never quite break the curse on, and it’s going to be my summer project.” More like, he was frustrated that a box had bested him consistently for months and it had winded up in this room during the shuffle of moving from Egypt to Hogwarts. He was going to get it open one way or another and see what was inside, even if it was the last thing he did, and with two whole months ahead of him with nothing planned, the opportunity couldn’t be better. Gus glanced at Dymion before he stepped over a box he’d been poking through earlier.
“Oh my dear Endymion, you are the apple of my eye and I always want to see you,” Gus pressed a hand to his chest, feigning hurtthat he thought otherwise. “Hence why of all the curse breakers I know, I chose you.” He winked before he laughed. He always did like Endymion, especially because he was less likely to ask questions about how he acquired something and more likely to ask why he didn’t share it sooner. Endymion Dempsey didn’t have a flight reaction in a flight or fight situation, which would bode well for Gus when he evidently put them in one. “If I keep calling myself an actual curse breaker, I’m afraid I’ll want to be one again and Hogwarts will lose me as professor.” Gus cocked an eyebrow at him. It was difficult to explain why he’d suddenly left something he clearly enjoyed doing, and his year at Hogwarts had been short of disastrous.
Not that it was all bad. He and Basil Foxwood were getting reacquainted, and that was just a teeny bit better than dropping everything and returning to a life of adventure.
He just had to remind himself he didn’t miss it. Gus took another look around the room - there was a lot of stuff in here, but he supposed that was what happened when both he and his father tended to be hoarders. He pushed a box toward Dempsey with his foot. Something inside rattled and he peered down and waited for something to jump out, relieved when nothing did. “And, if you see anything you’re absolutely dying to have, I’m sure da won’t mind if a few things walk.” His grin widened.
“Oh my dear Endymion, you are the apple of my eye and I always want to see you,” Gus pressed a hand to his chest, feigning hurtthat he thought otherwise. “Hence why of all the curse breakers I know, I chose you.” He winked before he laughed. He always did like Endymion, especially because he was less likely to ask questions about how he acquired something and more likely to ask why he didn’t share it sooner. Endymion Dempsey didn’t have a flight reaction in a flight or fight situation, which would bode well for Gus when he evidently put them in one. “If I keep calling myself an actual curse breaker, I’m afraid I’ll want to be one again and Hogwarts will lose me as professor.” Gus cocked an eyebrow at him. It was difficult to explain why he’d suddenly left something he clearly enjoyed doing, and his year at Hogwarts had been short of disastrous.
Not that it was all bad. He and Basil Foxwood were getting reacquainted, and that was just a teeny bit better than dropping everything and returning to a life of adventure.
He just had to remind himself he didn’t miss it. Gus took another look around the room - there was a lot of stuff in here, but he supposed that was what happened when both he and his father tended to be hoarders. He pushed a box toward Dempsey with his foot. Something inside rattled and he peered down and waited for something to jump out, relieved when nothing did. “And, if you see anything you’re absolutely dying to have, I’m sure da won’t mind if a few things walk.” His grin widened.
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