"I didn't think that I had to make it clear that I wasn't going to kill myself," he answered. "People don't usually think that you're suicidal for no reason."
He looked at his brother, snorting. "You know, going through the list of people she had only proves how much I don't have. It didn't seem that important at Hogwarts. It wasn't real there, we could forget about all the rules of a reserve, or rules in general. Here, it's... different."
Callum put a hand on Alastor's shoulder. "Baron is better off talking to his uncle. You can help him better than I can. I'm just- I'm here, but not." He shrugged. "Does it matter at this point? It's not happening. We've agreed to keep things strictly professional until I leave."
He squeezed Alastor's shoulder. "I know you mean well, especially after punching me, but it's best that I go, and don't worry, I plan to be too drunk or eye to care about what I turn into. It made the league a lot more interesting and now I can do it again, no more responsibilities."