"Have I?" Fuck, that wasn't good. He had hoped that this wouldn't impact the other keepers. "So badly that other people noticed or just enough for my son to notice?" he asked, because it wouldn't make a difference in terms of this discussion, but it would for the other keepers.
Callum finished the table, only the food not set as not to get cold, and then sat down, staring at Baron. "I've had plenty on my mind. Actually, that's not even true. I miss our time, our friends, our reserve. Being at Hogwarts was like living with in a bubble, but once we were out, I couldn't pretend anymore, and I didn't react too well."
He sighed. "I guess it was easier to revert to a time when I had no responsibilities, before I had you. Things were very different then. It might have been 1959, but the league has always been very progressive when it comes to vices. It must be why I ended up on a dragon reserve, one of the most traditional places of our world."