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Scottie's stomach did a nervous flip as the conversation continued. Stealth was not his strong suit, and neither was being sneaky about anything! And if he trusted Goldwasser, this would surely feel a lot different than it did right now. It almost felt like...Fletcher was the good guy. The one he trusted. And Goldwasser was sooooo not. But the man was his boss! And had he really done anything deserving of these feelings from Scottie?!
He couldn't shake it, though. The man was, and to Scottie had always been, off. "I can do what you need." He had not answered right away, but he hadn't taken very long to think either. "Help him? Help him? In what way? And why?" his voice had lowered, too. And he couldn't help his eyes averting to the door of the technology lounge every so often.
They should have code names. Scottie already had one for Goldwasser. Ponyboy. Yep. PB for short, he supposed.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |