Cass stared at the letter in his hands, his throat dry and his hand shaking. He knew he should probably be grateful. The decision was made. He was not going to prison, there would be no public records.
Yet the only thing he could focus on where the words that took his option away. You will not be allowed to hold a job as an Auror... ever? Taking a deep breath, Cass tried to push the bile down as he put the letter on the table. He tried to tell himself that this was a good thing, that this letter might as been had been the start of another personal hell if Cormac had found his actions to be more serious.
Yet until now he'd not realised how much he'd counted on being able to go back to being an Auror one day. One day when the war was over, when his relationship with Percy didn't matter any more or Percy had moved on in his career. He'd never expected his resignation to last forever - now that it was, he felt strangely...out of place. The job with Morag had in his mind never been anything but temporary, what would he do after the war was over?
He leaned back in the sofa, knowing he ought to tell Percy, but not quite able steady his voice enough to call him without causing him distress over nothing. He'd just sit here for a while, trying to convince himself that this was good news first.
Maybe if he convinced himself of that he could talk to Percy later, focus on the positive?