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Halcyon beamed as someone entered the bar--finally. The day had been entirely too quiet thus far, and it was boring the hell out of him. He just wanted to have someone--anyone--to come in and socialize. “Hey there,” he smiled, leaning forward on the bar and maintaining direct eye contact. “What’s your poison for today?”

Dani was used to people snapping at her by now. She knew that people were under immense stress and she knew that panic caused aggression sometimes with certain individuals. Dani remained silent through it though and nodded patiently, “I understand your frustrations and I’m sorry to have to ask these questions but I need to make sure I have everything ready for when the Healers are ready to see you.” 

A three-week trip to Paris had seen lovely when he had first planned it. It should have been a simple experience: a few weeks to enjoy the city, see family, and a few great pictures to add to his latest blog post. But he no longer could simply floo home, so after all day on the train, trying to figure out not only the different currencies between the two countries, but magic to muggle, he was exhausted and desperate for a cup of coffee. He had pushed heavily at the door to the first small cafe he found, eyes widening as he nearly whacked right into the person on the other end of the doorway. “I’m so sorry.”

Albus put the newspaper down for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d read his aunt’s statement again and again and again. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her promise--she was his aunt--but to him it felt like I promise no one could make. He knew his aunt had nothing but a good heart, but not everyone did. What could this lead to? He turned to the person closest to him. “Do you think a personal philosophy of moral relativism is the only way to survive in an ethically complex world, or do you think it’s just an excuse we use to justify doing bad things?”