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runaway_cub ([info]runaway_cub) wrote in [info]snark_n_bark,
Faelan sighed and pushed aside the ledger sheets he was balancing, running a hand through his hair before stepping out of the office and calling out into the gathering dark.

"In here," he said, having cleared some of the mess - more his than Neville's these days - off the divan, in order to have somewhere for his brother to sit. He'd been working late too often, putting off his friends and family for too long, using the office to hide in, and it showed. And smelled. Quickly he used his wand to cast a fragrant spell, one of the first simple ones he'd learned from Gaius in lessons.

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