who: @sorecerys where: outside of quality quidditch supplies when: late morning
“If it isn’t the little chaos goblin.” From the moment the wizard had spotted Caellum Greengrass his face had lit up with a smirk. And where else was he to be found other than out and about, having a good time. Not that Amycus could blame him. In fact, there was a certain understanding there regarding the others needs to be free and to do what he desired. The alchemist wasn’t all that different in that regard. Did he not spend most of his day in his alchemy laboratory, tinkering and mixing, watching things go up in smoke as much as he watched it create new things.
Even the nickname was said with a lack of hate within those words. Amycus didn’t mind the younger wizard. Everyone had to find their path and while he believed in loyalty and duty and all that, he did not exactly force anyone to follow what they did not believe in. So long as they knew their place, let the world burn. “They don’t have a new broom, yet do they?” It wouldn’t be the most surprising thing. The day of watching over him were over. Caellum was his own person now, free to make the right choice and equally as many mistakes as he pleased.