Who: Cassius and Marcus What: Anxiety When: Tuesday evening Where: Their quarters Rating: That's a silly question
It was safe to say the poisoning plan had been a complete and utter disaster. Not only did Cyril not get poisoned himself, but his brother... And the fact a bezoar was summoned out of the blue to save him? Well... it didn't look good, for anyone. Cassius was anxious. He was worried for Cyril's brother, for Cyril himself, but most importantly, what the mishap meant for Lucius...
He had been spending far too much of his time keeping to the shadows, watching Draco, making sure nothing happened to him until he went to bed at night. The Slytherin dorms obviously seemed safe enough, but he could never be sure. In his spare time, unannounced to the boy, he set up several wards that would go off if anyone entered the premises who had ill will towards the boy, but that never seemed like enough. Nothing seemed like enough, and he was running himself ragged.
It was late when he returned home, so late that he was sure Marcus had to be asleep. Without even thinking about it, he went straight to his bottle of whiskey, downing a glass before even starting on the new one, sitting at the table and pressing his head against the wood, drink within reach...
Cassius had no idea how to fix this one, and it was tearing him apart.