Cass groaned when he read the letter, having been a bit more careful toward the owl this time. He didn't want to see anyone, especially someone who knew (Susan was another thing, and he honestly wasn't sure what he'd done without her strength and support lately). Still even her was hard, and Pansy -
He wasn't sure he could put on enough of a front.
Yet, by the sound of the letter he wouldn't be able to say no. She'd find him, and send Harry to get him. And though he tried to convince himself that the guilt trip didn't work, he still felt a pang of pain at the thought of failing yet another person. But then that was his personality wasn't it? He failed everyone it seemed.
He sighed as he picked up his quill.
Darling goddess,
Harry knows my address, don't worry about Polly, I couldn't live with myself if I failed her too.
Do I have to come?
Can't you come here? Oh this place is crap, of course you can't.