Long nights usually turned into long days, and this one would likely not prove to be the exception. Fabian had needed a little sympathy and it was his duty as a twin to be at his brother’s side and paying for the drinks. The night itself had become a blur of firewhiskey and fireworks, but he’d woken up with a mouth that could ostensibly have consumed the Sahara in it’s sleep. Along with his pounding headache, Gideon’s initial destination before the day began in earnest was obvious: he needed coffee.
Thankfully, the local muggle coffee haunt was not only exceptionally close to his flat but provided a self-service pump for one small fee. He kept it to himself that he’d bewitched his cup to hold about four times the actual volume - everyone needed their secrets after all. Upon stumbling into the shop, Gideon made his way up to the familiar face near the counter and paid his amount, already making his way toward the heavenly black nectar, when he noticed a face that seemed out of place in the crowd. “Young Mr. Bones,” he said with a smile, leaving on the sunglasses that blocked the mild lighting from attacking his sensitive eyes. “Didn’t expect to see you here. D’you live around here?”
@buriedunderbones
