Feeling hazy? Zach didn't get that. He felt confused plenty of times - regular basis there - but hazy? He was hungover on the rare occasion, but that wasn't really hazy so much as a bit of head pounding pain. That sort of made the rest of things hazy. But really, he didn't know. "Gilbert writes down everything basically," Zach commented, "Every emotion and I'm not sure about thoughts. But he analyzes them later I think. At least, there appear to be notes on them and all, from what I've seen." Zach didn't snoop, but he'd seen it over the years. "But that's just Gilbert being Gilbert, nothing like this," Zach pointed out. He couldn't imagine Gilbert tangled up with secret notes and hazy whatnots.
"Or more than works with," Zach grinned a little. Heh heh heh. Well, it wasn't just Fletcher. T was his friend. And they were...well, not common, but not rare in anything really. "I mean, I don't know. Lots of people are Death Eaters. They're not all the nicest. Maybe your mystery author had a bad run in with one. Still doesn't explain why they gave you a note as opposed to anyone else."