Gus hummed quietly as he stepped into the hallway, watching as Miss Bartlett floated next to him. Sunlight filtered through the windows as they drew closer toward the ground, and Gus was thrilled it was warmer outside. He hated the cold almost more than anything, and had it been even slightly cooler outside, he wasn’t sure he would have accompanied her. (If he had, the redhead would have bundled himself in scarves and cast a warming spell.)
In fact, after he left for the summer, Gus was going to spend every waking moment outside, and if he was lucky, maybe even find a day or two to sleep under the stars. He had plans to go to the beach (and had even bigger plans of dragging the Herbology professor, Mason with him.) Ms. Bartlett’s comment drew him from his thoughts and he turned toward her with an easy smile as he nodded. A lot of people questioned how he got here. “I started in January. I skipped the Coming Out Ball that night -” He wasn’t interested in women and had zero intention of ever taking a wife. “To immediately portkey to Egypt as soon as we stepped off the boats as official Hogwarts graduates. Spent the last decade here and there, globetrotting I suppose you could say, but I was ready to come home. It’s nice to not live out of a suitcase.” He laughed.
Any time they needed someone for an assignment where it would be hard to contact someone, he’d volunteer for it. Any assignments that were dangerous, sign him up. Gus had sacrificed most of his friendships in London, allowing them to fizzle into nothing. Even his sister had lost contact with him for a while, and she became one of the few he consistently sent letters to. Pushing open the doors toward the grounds, it took Gus another moment to answer the second question. “Honestly, I considered Care of Magical Creatures, but my track record isn’t exactly the best.” He nervously scratched his cheek, recalling the hinkypunk he’d let loose, letting Peeves out by accident and then having to ask Mason for help because of a mandrake on his floor, all earlier in the year. He’d be incompetent if he couldn’t figure out how to handle those situations. “I learned a lot on the job. Life is…difficult, and sometimes you need to protect yourself when you least expect it. And I want them to feel prepared.” He had his doubts on how well he was teaching, but that was for another time. He’d have the entire summer to mull over those thoughts.
Gus turned his eyes toward her. “And you, Ms. Bartlett? I’m sure you have dreams and aspirations.” Although he wondered how much Hogwarts hindered them. He pondered too, what she wanted to do before she died, but figured that might a bit too personal.
In fact, after he left for the summer, Gus was going to spend every waking moment outside, and if he was lucky, maybe even find a day or two to sleep under the stars. He had plans to go to the beach (and had even bigger plans of dragging the Herbology professor, Mason with him.) Ms. Bartlett’s comment drew him from his thoughts and he turned toward her with an easy smile as he nodded. A lot of people questioned how he got here. “I started in January. I skipped the Coming Out Ball that night -” He wasn’t interested in women and had zero intention of ever taking a wife. “To immediately portkey to Egypt as soon as we stepped off the boats as official Hogwarts graduates. Spent the last decade here and there, globetrotting I suppose you could say, but I was ready to come home. It’s nice to not live out of a suitcase.” He laughed.
Any time they needed someone for an assignment where it would be hard to contact someone, he’d volunteer for it. Any assignments that were dangerous, sign him up. Gus had sacrificed most of his friendships in London, allowing them to fizzle into nothing. Even his sister had lost contact with him for a while, and she became one of the few he consistently sent letters to. Pushing open the doors toward the grounds, it took Gus another moment to answer the second question. “Honestly, I considered Care of Magical Creatures, but my track record isn’t exactly the best.” He nervously scratched his cheek, recalling the hinkypunk he’d let loose, letting Peeves out by accident and then having to ask Mason for help because of a mandrake on his floor, all earlier in the year. He’d be incompetent if he couldn’t figure out how to handle those situations. “I learned a lot on the job. Life is…difficult, and sometimes you need to protect yourself when you least expect it. And I want them to feel prepared.” He had his doubts on how well he was teaching, but that was for another time. He’d have the entire summer to mull over those thoughts.
Gus turned his eyes toward her. “And you, Ms. Bartlett? I’m sure you have dreams and aspirations.” Although he wondered how much Hogwarts hindered them. He pondered too, what she wanted to do before she died, but figured that might a bit too personal.
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