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“You’re scared of me.”
She considered him, looking skeptical. “What’s in it for us?”
He moved towards the shelves, beginning to pack his potions.
“It’s not really. It’s awful.”
He followed her, ducking into her house.
“That’s scary almost all the time.”
She sat at her desk, raising a delicate eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
He stood up slowly, looking around his shack. “Give me a moment to pack up.”
He kissed her forehead, sighing slightly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that."
He took it, standing easily. "Thanks."
"Which half?"
She gestured to some armchairs in front of her desk. "How may I help you?"
He nodded slowly, dropping his gaze. "Good. I..." He hesitated before shaking his head slowly, still not meeting her gaze. "I missed you."
"Good. Stay with me."
He nodded, satisfied.
"Good. I'm very scary."
Poppy followed them both. Ms. Revenue's office was stately, with a flag hanging over the entryway and several portraits hanging on the walls. She...
He took a breath before looking over at her, his brows furrowed. "I... can you give me time? I'll come back home with you, I just..."
“I mean, you can. But if you want to just stay in bed, that’s okay.”
“But you gotta sleep after that.”
