Fonsus shifted over to give Richard more room when he came back. He listened without interrupting, furrowing his brows at some parts of Finch’s story. At first, he couldn’t believe his ears but a memory smacked him in the face that quickly changed his mind.

“I think I know what sort of happened after.” Fonsus spoke quietly. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud but all eyes were suddenly on him. “Er…uhm…fuck.” The story grass was passed to him and someone nudged him, saying, “Gotta tell us now.” Fonsus cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. Being center of attention was always unnerving for him. 

“It happened some weeks ago. Rich, you might remember or not but we at that café… Professor White and Morhaim were right behind us. Anyways, they said he – Clowers – was holed up in Vancouver… they also said he was… allowed to use his wand again.” Fonsus fell quiet. He was confused now and disturbed. And only then did he realize how little he knew of the old Professor… He shuddered to himself and passed the pipe on to someone else.