I Don't Wanna Talk About Love | Archie, Esther, Alfie

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i think that we talk too much

2028
Esther Garnet

Alfie seemed to back off with Archie’s mention of a certain colleague that appeared to be a mutual of theirs. Not that Archie mingled more than was needed as a Head of House. The blush that crept onto his friend’s face was answer enough, on that topic anyway. He wondered if this was the same person that essentially forced Esther out of her place that night she called him. They’d shared drinks, laughs, and fun, but he recalled discussions of a ‘third wheel’. Alfie confirmed the Herbologist of whom Archie spoke. She was still a newer member of their staff. Still, he would have preferred Alfie to return to the role as Professor, and he knew the other Heads of Houses agreed.

Esther glanced at Archie, and he glanced in return. ”Yes, and all my meetings with the Head Nurse are strictly about school business.” The wine was most certainly seeping into Archie’s brain. If he was honest, he didn’t drink often or this much at once except at the Christmas party, perhaps. This druid wine was far more potent than he’d anticipated. Taking another sip, he wondered what other gossip he might have heard, but nothing came to mind. ”Most gossip stops when I enter the room.” Archie lamented with a light shrug. For the newer staff, he was a Head of House and sort of the “boss” in some ways, while others didn’t distance themselves as much. Still, he’d become acquainted with many newer staff, such as Juniper, so it would take time. Maybe safer topics were the way to go.

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