 your pardon is begged...BUT THE MR HOLLINGBERRY STILL PAINS ME astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Deep in thought and nostalgia, Charles watched as the rain trickled down the glass and pooled in the pavement outside. All the water pitter pattering on the pavement and grass reminded him of the walks he would take with his grandson in their wellies. That little hand in his, they would search the ground for any and all earthworms who had wiggled their way on to the pavement and roads so that they could 'rescue' them and return them to the soil. Of course, his little curious and resourceful beansprout would pocket a few of them to keep for himself. Even at age three, his grandson was already thinking about his own potions stores. He couldn't help but wonder when he would get to take those same walks with his first great grandchildren.
Soon? Soon would be good. Charles, as it turns out, was not getting any younger.
Hearing the door creak open (was it time for his medication already?), Charles averted his attention from the illusion his memory had created outside and to the young man standing in the door. Impeccable timing, considering his own train of thoughts. "Kaiser," he greeted, his expression smile warming instantly and eyes softening. "I am always okay with meeting if it means the pleasure of your company." It would always be yes for you, Kaiser
Moving away from the window, Charles moved to the little kettle and filled it with water. "We can share a spot of tea," he chuckled. "...and I'll see if I can use my sway as Minister to get us some biscuits."
Assuming he would remain Minister after all this was over.
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