"Well, uh, that's going a bit far," Gerard laughed, relieved to see Gabe's face fall into something approximating his usual bemused expression. Thank fuck. Gerard was totally willing to lock William and Gabe in a closet and stare off all attempts at rescue until sexy noises emerged from within, but that was probably not the sort of subtlety the situation called for. "I mean, uh, the Ministry would probably take issue with my offering the staff alcohol on the job and all, but yeah, fuck tradition, right? I mean, not all traditions, obviously, but you gotta evolve with the times. Besides, it's not like you've got classes to teach. So long as you're cool with it, I am."
He had a moment where he had to re-evaluate what direction to go -- his rooms had just gotten moved by the motherfucking castle to be closer to Gryffindor Tower, which had been a total mindfuck the first time he'd stumbled out of his bed in search of coffee and wound up in the middle of a Charms tutoring session instead. Brendon had been pretty delighted to have a guinea pig of an Auror to play with, but Gerard wasn't really in the mood to be turned bright purple and given pixie wings at 9 AM again anytime soon. He was having to re-learn all new routes to shit. Stupid castle, he thought fondly.
"Anyway, yeah, I mean, I didn't wrap it or anything, but I hope you like it -- I've had it for a while, and it just seemed fucking perfect, right? I mean, soon as I got the owl with your name on it, I knew exactly what to give you. It's like I picked it up in that bazaar with you in mind, almost. Isn't it funny how that shit works? It was like, two years ago."
He stuck his head in his rooms and winced, because wow, okay, probably he should clean up and he definitely didn't need Gabe seeing the wreck that was his personal living space. That would definitely change Gabe's opinion on that Prince of the Ministry employees thing, or whatever. Okay, quick Accio, hope nothing broke, and slam the door shut on the disaster area that was his domicile. It'd been bad enough with the house elves doing their best to keep up with Gerard's slovenly habits, but the trasgu had given his quarters one look and done their equivalent of rolling on the floor in hysterics.
"Sorry it's not wrapped," he said sheepishly and thrust the bottle into Gabe's hands. "And, uh, the whole two-year-thing, well. She's been in stasis the whole time, she should be okay? But she might be a bit cranky, so we probably should open it somewhere, um. Contained."