It's time. I promised Fleur.
As he rises to answer the knock at the door, Bill swallows hard: he doesn't like admitting he needs help. Never has, most likely never will, but there are things he simply doesn't know and has to find out
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Albus sits down in the offered chair.
"I'm glad you asked me to come. I wished to, very much, but I wanted to wait till you were feeling better."
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"I've not even checked in with the goblins. For all I know, I no longer have a job, although Fleur seems to think it's all fine. And in all fairness, she did work for them, and I suppose the past year hasn't painted me as too reliable an employee for them by any stretch of the imagination."
Stop babbling, Bill.
He's nervous.
"What do you know about what happened to me? I'm still missing some of the pieces, you see." Bill taps his wand to the teapot; it pours out two cups of tea for them. He adds three cubes of sugar and a healthy dollop of cream to his. Apparently, some things never change.
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"I would guess, by your scars, that you were attacked by a werewolf. The fact that you also contacted Remus leads me to believe this to be the case. I spoke with the goblins, as well - your Fleur is right. Your job is being held indefinitely."
He takes the tea and sips.
"What kinds of pieces do you think are missing? I daresay you've had time to develop a few thoughts on the matter."
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