A summer project! Fair enough – Endymion nodded to express that he understood the motivation perfectly – but he couldn’t resist throwing in a daft pun. “As long as you don’t burn yourself out,” he quipped. Because of the box, ha!
“Well, I’m touched,” he added with eye-crinkling smile, always easily mollified just the same, whether the sentiment was sincere or in jest. (And Dymion tended not to bother asking questions he didn’t want the answers to, so Gus had probably picked well for this little hunt.) “Good to know,” he said, to the offer of making a thing or two disappear if he fancied it. Now that he was based at Gringotts and not at a foreign treasure site, the likelihood of putting anything precious in his pocket and walking away with it was null, not in plain sight of the goblins; he’d have lost his job before he was out of the building.
He peered down at the box Gus had nudged for a moment, waiting for the rattling to subside, but keeping it in the corner of his vision as he dug out his wand and focused upon a dusty sheet covering some indeterminate objects – Endymion cast a levitating charm on it and averted his gaze as the cloud of dust dispersed into the air, and the sheet billowed out above them like a child’s version of a ghost. “So,” Dymion asked, mind eventually catching up on one of Lissington’s last remarks, “you’re really planning on going back to Hogwarts for another year, then?” He hadn’t been fired, as far as he’d heard, so it made sense if he was – he just hadn’t understood it in the first place.
“Well, I’m touched,” he added with eye-crinkling smile, always easily mollified just the same, whether the sentiment was sincere or in jest. (And Dymion tended not to bother asking questions he didn’t want the answers to, so Gus had probably picked well for this little hunt.) “Good to know,” he said, to the offer of making a thing or two disappear if he fancied it. Now that he was based at Gringotts and not at a foreign treasure site, the likelihood of putting anything precious in his pocket and walking away with it was null, not in plain sight of the goblins; he’d have lost his job before he was out of the building.
He peered down at the box Gus had nudged for a moment, waiting for the rattling to subside, but keeping it in the corner of his vision as he dug out his wand and focused upon a dusty sheet covering some indeterminate objects – Endymion cast a levitating charm on it and averted his gaze as the cloud of dust dispersed into the air, and the sheet billowed out above them like a child’s version of a ghost. “So,” Dymion asked, mind eventually catching up on one of Lissington’s last remarks, “you’re really planning on going back to Hogwarts for another year, then?” He hadn’t been fired, as far as he’d heard, so it made sense if he was – he just hadn’t understood it in the first place.
