Gideon was muttering "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" under his breath as he took the stairs two at a time, hurrying for the upstairs reading room. Imagine being late to his meeting with Dumbledore when he and Fabian were asked to join the Order! According to what little he'd gathered from what Benjy had told him, being late to this meeting was just about the same thing, wasn't it? And it wasn't as though he'd been doing anything worthwhile with his time - he'd fallen asleep! This was so fucking like him. Where was Fabian when he needed him? The answer straightened Gideon's spine and then tightened his shoulder blades painfully. Six feet under, that's where he was. Hopefully not for long.
He was following a brunette in a healer's uniform and slowed down his pace so as not to pass her in the hallway, but she took the turn he'd been expecting to. Was that who they were meeting? Or was that someone else, just happening to use the reading room?
Gideon followed the healer in and caught Benjy's eye where he sat, over her shoulder.
"Hey, mate. Did you actually find something good?" he asked, just in case this was just a lost healer.