Results of Hard Work

Basilisk grinned at the other woman, and took her words as a dismissal. He returned her paw-pat and got to his paws. Shaking out his coat. “See you in the morning!” he said and took off at a brisk trot. Likely to go make trouble somewhere else.

As the water heated, the Warlord steeped the tea. He hadn’t been much of a tea drinker in the early days of his life. It was only recently that he had taken to the drink more. The act of making it reminded him of Iolaire, and the scent of it of Halo. The healer had put this mixture together, chamomile and lavender. She had insisted he drink tea more often after learning his age.

He poured them both a cup, and then settled down by the fire. “So where are you from, Pitch?”


"Sirius"