*sitting at the desk in the study, trying to work while periodically glancing up to watch Zacharias with his crossword puzzle* *at the knock on the window, he gets up to take the letter from the owl, watching as it zips off immediately* *leans against the windowsill as he unfolds the owl* *his eyes close as he finishes reading, and he crumples the paper in one fist*
*sits by Zacharias' bedside, still thinking about the things Summerby had said* *head bowed, one arm thrown across Zacharias' stomach, the other clasping his hand, pressed to his lips* *looks up, exhaustion and concern in his eyes when the door opens again* *hoarse* Cho.
To: Healer Ethan Summerby, St. Mungo's From: Blaise Zabini, Feld Townhome
Summerby,
I require your medical expertise. Zacharias has been asleep since he arrived home from work in the wee hours of the morning, and there is nothing I can do to rouse him from his slumber. I have spoken to one of the others at the pub and they found his mug, coated with an unidentifiable substance.
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