Gideon cursed under his breath as the answer appeared on the page, hunched over the book to keep it from being seen by the rushing Muggles intent on their own business. Still, he was relieved, because at least it meant Heath was ok.
Or was okay until Gideon got a hold of him. He tapped his foot, blowing out an exasperated breath as he read that Heath had got off the bloody train. Drunk sodding git. He scribbled another reply, trying to determine which station Heath had ended up at.