#gravebone fic

Read the Final Chapter of Project Sailor Cub on AO3

Explicit | Original!Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | 78k words

Tags: Slow Burn | Daddy kink | Credence Learning Magic | No Obscurus | ptsd!Graves | Minor Angst & Feels | Humour | Healing | Falling in Love

[I think the external link issue has been fixed? So I’ve actually been able to include links, hooray]

An epilogue set a few months later - some old friends visit Credence and Percy for dinner :) 

Percy had never spent so much time in the vegetable aisle before. And he’d certainly never spent so long anxiously examining cabbages.

“Is this really necessary?” Percy said, as Credence tried to decide between a large floppy-leaved cabbage and a purple wrinkly one. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to notice much what he eats.”

“Tina said he was vegetarian,” Credence said in worried tones, not for the first time that day.

The revelation had come as something as a shock, mainly because it had thrown all his dinner plans into disarray. And, as the domestic cookery he’d learned only had to satisfy a meat-and-potatoes man like Percy, it was something of a challenge, too.

Eventually, after some further debate over canned versus dried beans--to which Percy contributed absolutely nothing--they were in a position to pay for their produce and go home.

Mrs Apfel bustled to the front to serve them. Credence was her favourite customer and she particularly enjoyed discussing his purchases with him. Unfortunately for Percy, she enjoyed throwing approving glances in his direction even more--Percy still couldn’t understand why everyone was so obsessed with his love life.

“A pleasure to see you again, Mr Barebone,” she said. “And you too, Mr Graves. What a great quantity of greens! So good for the blood, you know, keeps it thick and strong--you have to think about these things at my age.”

As she was barely a decade older than he was, Percy resolutely declined to comment.

“We’ve a special guest coming to dinner tonight,” Credence offered. “He’s a vegetarian.”

“A vegetarian!” This seemed to have made Mrs Apfel’s day--soon everyone in the shop would know that Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security, was entertaining a vegetarian for dinner. “Well, I don’t know much about them,” she said, “but I’m sure they must be good for business!” And her laugh positively rang round the store.

Outside, the leaves had really started to fall. The sky high above was very crisp and blue and the air was cool. As it was such a particularly beautiful day, they decided to walk home past the butchers, for two fat steaks to go with the leftovers tomorrow.

“Actually,” Credence said, as they stepped out onto the sidewalk again, “there’s another special guest coming tonight.”

“Oh, really?” Percy said. “Who’s the second?”

“Jacob,” Credence said.

“Queenie’s Jacob?” Percy tried to think of any other Jacobs he might know. Since Credence had come out of his shell more, it was possible there was another lurking around the peripheries of his social life.

Credence nodded to affirm it would indeed be Queenie’s Jacob.

“I haven’t met him yet, have I?” said Percy. “What’s he like?”

“Yeah, um,” Credence said, as they drew up in front of their building. “About that…”

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That’s it! Thanks to everyone who’s joined me week after week - hope you all enjoyed it <333

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Read Chapter Seventeen of Project Sailor Cub on AO3

Explicit | Original!Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | 78k words

Tags: Slow Burn | Daddy kink | Credence Learning Magic | No Obscurus | ptsd!Graves | Minor Angst & Feels | Humour | Healing | Falling in Love

Penultimate chapter!! Credence moves in, home improvements are made, and there’s a trip to the barber in preparation for a final meeting with Mr Dowsell. Will Credence finally get his own wand? Plus more Patronus fondling :) 

A week wasn’t a very long time but, by Friday afternoon, much had been accomplished.

Credence had become a permanent fixture in Percy’s apartment and Rubinacci’s were in receipt of several new orders. It had not taken much effort to move Credence’s belongings in, but it had taken a little more to get him to agree to all the extra clothing Percy insisted he needed. Credence had grown wise to Percy’s persuasive tactics; wise and surprisingly stubborn. But, once Percy had pointed out that soon his days would possess more variety, with lessons and tutors and new places to visit, and reminded him that it was the usual thing to have more than one suit, rather than the reverse, Credence changed his mind. But not before he made Percy promise not to be too lavish or spend too much money--promises which Percy gave sincerely and then later almost succeeded in keeping.

In the course of the week, Percy had also undertaken a few home improvements--something he really should’ve done sooner. It was high time to admit he wasn’t ever going back to his old place and to settle firmly into his current one. So, by the Friday afternoon, the broom closet had become a sizeable office, and the box room enlarged into a brand new room for Credence to do whatever he wanted with. Although Credence had shared about as much detail of his upbringing as Percy had about his confinement, he had an idea Credence had never had any space to call his own and Percy had been determined to change that.

Their promised meeting with Goldstein had been distinguished by large amounts of hugging, stoically endured by Percy when news of his own return to work surfaced. Goldstein had then demanded a full account of Seraphina’s offer to Credence and all the plans which would follow. Percy had told her everything he could but later made sure to have a quiet word in her ear concerning the precise nature of MACUSA’s hopes for his future. Strictly speaking, that was entirely at odds with the secrecy of the Project, but he had a feeling the new Director Graves was not going to lose any sleep over breaking that particular rule.

In addition to all that, there had been a constant stream of correspondence to deal with too. Seraphina he heard from daily, and sometimes more often. Without being asked, Dowsell had begun sending regular updates and was hoping to have Credence’s wand ready in a few weeks. Tutors were being selected and quietly approached, ready for the appointed day. And even Percy’s direct reports were tentatively starting to sound him out about work matters. On the surface, each note appeared to be a personal one welcoming him back, but they each also subtly requested his advice. Or not so subtle, as in the case of Emeryth White’s note, which merely said:

‘Can you tell me what I’m supposed to do about these blasted cauldron exports as no one else in this place seems to care?’

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Read Chapter Fourteen of Project Sailor Cub on AO3

Explicit | Original!Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | 78k words

Tags: Slow Burn | Daddy kink | Credence Learning Magic | No Obscurus | ptsd!Graves | Minor Angst & Feels | Humour | Healing | Falling in Love

With his new hopes, Credence finds facing the Magical Law Enforcement Committee easier to bear and has some success in his quest for a wand. But his attempt at the Patronus Charm gets everyone talking and no one seems to want to tell him why, or what it might mean for his future. 

A wave of murmured approvals washed over Credence. Percy was watching him closely, eyebrows drawn in a tight frown. But he gave a decisive nod, squeezed Credence’s arm once more, and returned to his seat.

Credence watched him go--the unyielding line of his shoulders, the swirl of his coat, the stiffness of his uneven gait. Credence hoped he knew what twisted his heart just then; the thing he hadn’t been able to tell him outright. That it was Percy he wanted to belong to. That he hoped he already did.

But Mr Dowsell was waiting--they all were. Credence tried to stand taller, to pull his shoulders back. He stepped up to the table and braced himself for the next wand.

“Acacia and Phoenix feather,” Mr Dowsell said. “Both are not easy to be chosen and suited only to the most gifted. If Mr Barebone can produce anything at all from this wand it would be highly instructive.”

Credence needn’t have worried about sustaining any more injuries or causing more damage--Mr Dowsell had been entirely right. Try as he might, he could produce nothing whatsoever.

But it didn’t feel like a failure--quite the reverse. The wand might not have accepted him but neither did it reject him like the others had. In fact, it was his biggest victory yet.

“Thank you,” Mr Dowsell said, tucking it back into his briefcase and making a small note in his pocketbook. “Next up, the yew and Veela hair.” He picked up a particularly ornate wand with bands of dark staining round the handle. “An uncommon combination. I have to admit, the choice of Veela is a stab in the dark, though I believe one worth trying. Yew, somewhat unfairly, has a reputation for being suited to dark magic but it does tend to match with unusual individuals of both stripes. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, Mr Barebone?” 

Credence took the wand with a touch more confidence. And it was justified, as this time it went better--much better. Though the spell mostly failed, there wasn’t any singed wood in sight and not even a small explosion. At his Lumos, the wand sputtered out a few weak sparks and Credence felt his hope begin to rise.

Percy’s obviously had as well. He was watching closely from the sidelines and, on seeing this, huffed once and strode over to correct Credence’s grip. 

“No wonder it’s taken this long to find him a wand if no one has bothered to explain the proper technique,” he said, glaring once again at Mr Dowsell. “Try again,” he instructed Credence.

Credence did as he was told, and the wand produced a faint light which fizzled out a few seconds.

“Better,” Percy said, approvingly. There was a short pause--for the first time Mr Dowsell looked a little uncertain at the interruption. “Well, carry on then,” Percy said. “He said he wants a wand--let’s see what else you’ve got up there.”

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Fic is finished - there are 18 chapters, one posting every Thursday.

Thanks to @theseavoices who let me use her fabulous art in the header.

Pussycat, Pussycat

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 3 of 8 (c. 30k words in total) Tags: Catboys/Human Hybrids, AU - no Grindelwald or Mary Lou, Master/pet, Humour, Graves Is Honestly So Fucked, Happy!Credence, Porn With Plot, Domestic Fluff, Falling In Love

Fic Summary: Three months ago, Percival Graves was surprised to receive delivery of one (1) pet catboy after winning him in a raffle. Now Credence has decided Percival is his Owner, leaving Percival no option but to play along and without a clue what he should do next. All he knows is Credence has nowhere else to go. And also that he has the biggest dick Percival’s ever seen…

Chapter Summary: A shopping spree takes Percival out of his comfort zone. Credence needs some ‘specialist’ items and the only place which caters to pets looks alarmingly like a seedy sex shop. Percival’s only hope is that no one recognises him.

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The bell tinkled pleasantly as they entered. Percival hoped to Morrigan no one recognised him; inside was as bad as he’d feared--indescribably seedy and darkly lit, with fizzing neon lighting coating everything in a blue gloom. The store was tiny and crowded with mean little shelves. On the walls were collars and chains, things with studs and things which appeared menacingly phallic. And, browsing alone, were a couple of men, both huddled studiously in separate corners. One of them raised his head and looked over when he heard them enter. 

Credence had already taken off his cap--Percival had promised him he could once they were inside but the stare the man gave Credence made Percival regret it. He was holding a magazine with a lurid cover, which stopped just short of being openly pornographic. It was called Kitten and featured a young witch in a cat costume with very red lips and a very pink tongue. There were more magazines displayed by the counter, all called similar things and all displaying similarly-costumed witches and wizards. Some had definitely strayed into pornographic territory--Percival fought a ridiculous urge to cover Credence’s eyes.

No one spoke. So Percival squared his shoulders and made for the horrible phallic objects, hoping Credence would choose one quickly so they could leave.  

Credence followed quietly and surveyed the range of plugs, as naturally as if he were choosing a pair of socks. Up close, the sparkly pink one at home looked distressingly like the best of a bad bunch. These were even more garish--and huge. Downright uncomfortable, in Percival’s opinion, and that was saying something.

He tried to direct Credence’s attention to a smaller one made of plain silvery metal, but his sleeve caught on a leash dangling close to his elbow. The sound drew Credence in immediately--his expression folded in on itself when he saw what had made it.

Credence’s fingers hovered along to the chain but didn’t quite make contact. “Is that for when I’m bad?” he asked fearfully.

Percival was horrified. “No! No, of course not,” he said. “No one’s going to chain you up, least of all me.” He looked more closely at the leash, which had a bone-shaped pattern stamped into the leather handle. “I think these must be for dogs, anyway.”

Credence blinked, brow still furrowed with worry. But he said, “Dogs are very bad,” as if that explained everything.

“That’s not what I meant,” Percival said. “I think they must like it. Makes them feel secure, I suppose.”

Credence’s expression, still doubtful, now grew superior. He opened his mouth to speak, probably to express the opinion that dogs were very stupid creatures if they liked to be chained up, but he was distracted by something behind Percival.

The man with the Kitten magazine had edged closer. Percival glanced over his shoulder; the man carefully ignored him and continued browsing a selection of spiked collars.

He turned back to Credence but, once again, Percival saw his gaze flick to a spot just behind him. 

He leaned in to whisper to Credence. “What is it?”

“That man keeps smiling at me,” Credence said. “Should I say hello?”

The effect was instant. Percival spun round and had him backed up against the wall before he could do anything about it. “Can I help you?” he said.

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Fic is complete and will update every Sunday.

Huge thanks to @pangaeastarseed and @soz for letting me play in their ‘verse, which began life with @pangaeastarseed ‘s magnificent NSFW art(available in a wonderful art book here) and the fic “…Kitten” written by them both, which this fic is inspired by/a remix of.

AND ALSO featuring artwork by @theseavoices - cute kitty Credence animation here and NSFW illustration here XD

Read Chapter Sixteen of Project Sailor Cub on AO3

Explicit | Original!Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | 78k words

Tags: Slow Burn | Daddy kink | Credence Learning Magic | No Obscurus | ptsd!Graves | Minor Angst & Feels | Humour | Healing | Falling in Love

In which Percy and Credence have lots to talk about and Bertie makes a return.

Credence had waited quietly by Miss Lopez’s desk until Percy reappeared, looking tired, furious, and slightly bewildered all at the same time. He’d taken Credence by arm and said, “Home?”

Credence had nodded, and that had been that. Percy had all but marched them out of the building and back into the alley for Apparition.

They made one stop on the way. Credence only remembered it was coming up to lunchtime when they entered The Móshù Café and Percy placed an order to go. He watched the lotus-shaped cartons magically wrap up their egg rolls and noodles and supposed he was hungry, but it didn’t seem a particularly urgent matter after all that had happened. Being asked to stay and help MACUSA by the President herself had been quite enough, never mind all the other revelations about himself and his magic.

Percy didn’t refer to any of it, not even once.

Instead he slammed their takeout onto the dining table and said, “I need a vacation. A good long spell of absolutely nothing, with nobody to bother me. What did you say before, about disappearing off? That.”

The little red and gold dragon on the side of the bag flexed its wings and let out a burst of gold flame. Credence focused on it and tried his best to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. It was understandable, he told himself. The morning--in fact, the whole few weeks--had been difficult and confusing for them both, and added to that Percy hadn’t had a break for a long time. He’d gone straight from work to being Grindelwald’s prisoner to hospital and then back to work again. And Credence shouldn’t forget that that work had been teaching him magic. A break was probably exactly what he needed.

“Maybe that’s a good idea,” Credence said, attempting to sound brave. “Everything’s happened so fast, after all. And I’ll see you again when you get back, won’t I?”

Percy’s glower whipped round to fix on Credence. “What are you talking about?” he said. “When I get back? Don’t talk nonsense--you’re coming with me.” He stopped and bit his lip. “Aren’t you? I mean, if you don’t want to, then--”

“Oh.” Credence smiled, first with relief, and then with something much happier. “Okay.”

Percy came closer, and brushed Credence’s hair away from his temple. “Do you want to?” he asked, much more softly. “I’m sorry, I promise I won’t be this grouchy when you’re shut up alone with me. We’ll go somewhere nice, maybe find a place on the coast… Would you like that?”

“By the ocean?” said Credence. He’d never actually seen it--the closest he’d got had been the crossing to Staten Island while visiting a rich potential donor with Ma. It was a memory of a very brief pleasure, one which he’d known better than to show: the air had had a different smell and the muddy-grey water had sparkled incongruously in the distance. For a moment, it had seemed like he could’ve been going anywhere and with anyone, sailing far away from the city, never to return.

Then he realised he hadn’t actually answered and Percy’s frown had taken on anxious slant. “I mean-- Please, yes,” Credence said, a little too quickly. “Of course I would like that--very much.”

Percy let out a breath and regarded him with soft eyes. “Then by the ocean it is,” he said, and started to unpack the food.

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Fic is finished - there are 18 chapters, one posting every Thursday.

Thanks to @theseavoices who let me use her fabulous art in the header.

Pussycat, Pussycat

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 4 of 8 (c. 30k words in total) Tags: Catboys/Human Hybrids, AU - no Grindelwald or Mary Lou, Master/pet, Humour, Graves Is Honestly So Fucked, Happy!Credence, Porn With Plot, Domestic Fluff, Falling In Love

Fic Summary: Three months ago, Percival Graves was surprised to receive delivery of one (1) pet catboy after winning him in a raffle. Now Credence has decided Percival is his Owner, leaving Percival no option but to play along and without a clue what he should do next. All he knows is Credence has nowhere else to go. And also that he has the biggest dick Percival’s ever seen…

Chapter Summary: Credence’s new underwear receives a double seal of approval and Percival gets curious about Credence’s background. Plus we find out what Credence does when Percival’s at work ;)

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Credence loved his new clothing. He spent most of the next day with a robe draped over him, unfastened, so it merely framed his nakedness rather than covering it.

Still, Percival thought, at least he has something to put on should anyone come over unexpectedly. Not that anyone ever does.

“It feels nice,” Credence declared happily, splayed across his new bed.

Everywhere Percival looked there was either a long stretch of pale limb or the sheen of wine-dark silk. The effect was hardly less distracting.

And the underwear made it worse. Percival already had had to school himself out of thinking of them as panties. Credence’s impressive endowment made them appear far more flimsy than they had seemed in the store, and the ribbons at the back, which tied above his tail and held them on, gave such an impression of delicacy that it was nearly obscene. Percival had had to help him put them on, of course, by tying the ribbons. And then by untying them, once Credence tired of his new amusement. And then by tying them again, when Credence decided he was ready to put them back on. So really, Percival had spent about as much time thinking about Credence’s anatomy as he would on any typical Sunday. If not more.

According to Credence, the underwear felt ‘nice’ too. He was exceedingly grateful for them, and for the rest of his new things, and in between lolling around half-naked would leap up and look at them all again, exclaiming that his Owner was the kindest, most generous, and, in fact, the best Owner he could wish for. Then he would return to sit by Percival’s feet, with his arms wound through Percival’s legs and his head against Percival’s knee, and sit quietly purring.

All this was happening while Percival tried to read his newspaper. It was a long-standing habit and one of his favourites. Naturally, he read the newspapers every day and made notes on inaccurate articles, potentially sympathetic journalists, and current public concerns--such detail could be very useful in his line of work. But on a Sunday, the newspaper, like everyone, seemed to tire of important matters and instead preferred amusing stories, travel supplements, and photographs of the latest fashions. Everyone, even the Director of Magical Security, needed to relax over their coffee at least one day of the week and Percival liked to make the most of it.

It was possible to get more reading done when Credence sat at his feet, especially if he petted him too. Ear rubs were par for the course, but some gentle scalp massage and a regular slide of fingers through Credence’s hair would cause the sort of low deep purr which suggested he might drop off into sleep. For a while a quiet would settle, and Percival could enjoy uninterrupted a review of the latest broomstick models, of which he had no need, or a feature on wizard-friendly Mediterranean cruises, which he had no intention of going on. But then Credence would stretch, Percival would lift his hand free, and the whole cycle would begin again.

After some time of this, Percival became aware that Credence’s restlessness had shifted to a different cause. The lolling on his bed seemed more a display; not posed, exactly, as Credence was never so clumsily artful. But there was a definite--and very loud--expression of willingness and availability in his attitude. Particularly since Credence made sure Percival saw everything which was available.

He lay on his side; the robe had fallen open so that it skirted one shoulder and one nipple, and grazed down the length of one hip. The little silver bell winked at his throat and there was growing visible evidence that his underwear did, in fact, feel ‘nice’. The silk was taught and the shape of him clearly visible, outlined in glossy shades of garnet.

Percival wetted his lips but continued reading. He wasn’t unaffected but he’d had plenty of practice at managing this kind of behaviour--Credence’s appetites really were astonishing. He’d thought perhaps that, after the previous night, Credence might be content for a while. But it appeared not.

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Fic is complete and will update every Sunday.

Huge thanks to @pangaeastarseed and @soz for letting me play in their ‘verse, which began life with @pangaeastarseed ‘s magnificent NSFW art(available in a wonderful art book here) and the fic “…Kitten” written by them both, which this fic is inspired by/a remix of.

AND ALSO featuring artwork by @theseavoices - cute kitty Credence animation here and NSFW illustration here XD

Read Chapter Eight of Project Sailor Cub on AO3

Explicit | Original!Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | 78k words

Tags: Slow Burn | Daddy kink | Credence Learning Magic | No Obscurus | ptsd!Graves | Minor Angst & Feels | Humour | Healing | Falling in Love

What does Madam Picquery do when she finds herself with an untaught, powerful ex-Obscurial on her hands? Puts her restless Director of Magical Security’s medical leave to good use, of course.

Graves needs the distraction while he struggles to get his life, his sanity, and his old job back. And Credence just needs somewhere to belong. So, with Graves spending all his time helping Credence learn to control his magic, will they both find more than they expected?

Fic is finished - there are 18 chapters, one posting every Thursday.

Thanks to @theseavoices who let me use her fabulous art in the header.

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The tapping at the window had grown sharp and quite annoyed before Credence noticed it. He was readying himself for the first lesson of the week with Mr Graves and was perhaps a tad more distracted than usual. But, in his defence, it was still very unusual to find a pigeon trying to gain entry through the window. 

A loud cooing could be heard, even through the pane. Credence opened it and the pigeon hopped imperiously inside then stuck out its leg. Tied to it was a scrap of rolled-up paper. As soon as Credence removed it, the pigeon flew over to his breakfast plate and began pecking up toast crumbs. Credence stared in amazement. The pigeon ignored him completely and, when it was finished, gave one last derisory coo and vanished back out of the window.

Credence unrolled the note. It was from Mr Graves and said:

Credence,  Come an hour later this morning. I have an urgent matter to attend to first but should be with you by ten o’clock. If I am not, wait for me. Yours,  G

After that, there was a flourish which could have been an ‘x’ or could just have been an inkblot.

Credence studied it for a while, trying to decide which was most likely. On the whole, it was probably the inkblot. The handwriting, even when hurried, was firm and elegant. It brought to life again the memory of Mr Graves standing by his bed, bidding him good night. Touching his cheek and kissing his hand.

It had been real and not a dream. He’d had a whole day to think about it and to wonder what might happen next.

For the first time in Credence’s life, anything seemed possible.

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Read Project Sailor Cub on AO3 

Explicit | Original!Percival Graves/Credence Barebone | 78k words

Tags: Slow Burn | Daddy kink | Credence Learning Magic | No Obscurus | ptsd!Graves | Minor Angst & Feels | Humour | Healing | Falling in Love

What does Madam Picquery do when she finds herself with an untaught, powerful ex-Obscurial on her hands? Puts her restless Director of Magical Security’s medical leave to good use, of course.

Graves needs the distraction while he struggles to get his life, his sanity, and his old job back. And Credence just needs somewhere to belong. So, with Graves spending all his time helping Credence learn to control his magic, will they both find more than they expected?

Here it is - the fic I described as a slow burn Daddy kink romcom :D Fic is finished - there are 18 chapters, and after today I’ll be posting one every Thursday.

Thanks to @theseavoices who let me use her fabulous art in the header, to my gf for beta, and to all my friends who’ve put up with me complaining about this fic during writing. 18 months they are heroes honestly 

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“I want to meet him,” Graves had said, weeks ago, before he'd even managed to get out of bed unassisted. Time had both dragged and flown since then. He'd got better. Much had been lost, much gained. Life had continued stubbornly on, without requiring anyone's permission.

Seraphina had relented, as he'd known she would. Her protest had been only a token one and granting his request was the least she owed him. Credence Barebone had been asked if he cared to meet the real Percival Graves. And Credence Barebone had said yes.

So now here they both were; sitting awkwardly in a booth at a No-Maj restaurant, allegedly safe in neutral territory.

Not that Credence seemed to find much comfort in that. He sat with hunched shoulders, fingers clasped around a mug of tea which must have long grown cold. He habitually avoided Graves’ eyes, but when Graves looked away he felt himself examined by a gaze which was sharp and inquisitive. Looking for signs to explain where Grindelwald ended and Graves began, probably. Graves had learned the answer to that wasn't as obvious as he’d thought.

“Let me get you another one​ of those,” Graves sighed. “Or something else?”

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