“He’s not here, I’m not sure where he is. He asked Aberforth to help him with something, and they left without telling me what it was- it didn’t seem that serious, though.” From his tone of voice, anyhow. But it seemed his uncle always had a rather calm nature about him, even in the throes of disaster or betrayal. Credence would never forget his gentleness even when faced with an assassination attempt. “They left me here to watch over the inn.. Uh, I’m not really suppose to be letting people inside when I’m by myself but I think it’d be okay if it’s just you.” Credence was, after all, still very weak. The Obscurus fed off of anger and sadness, and now in the company of his true family- a family that seemed to love him, cherish him, he was no longer on death’s door. But he was still incredibly sick, and fragile.
Credence took a step back, and gestured for Theseus to come on inside; It was freezing outside anyway, and he felt bad for leaving him on the front stoop for as long as he had. There was a nice, warm fire crackling in the pit and a fresh kettle of tea that he had just hung over the flames only a few minutes before. “Is there something wrong? Is it Grindelwald, did you find him?”
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