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Wade loathed returning to the manor that had served as his home for the better part of his life, but there was a seeping coldness he felt the moment he stepped in. Though their parents were away both being dead and then another in Azkaban, Wade was reassured by the company of Silas. At least he still had his brother, his best friend. He was a fly to a flame for Silas even if they were about as different as hues could be.Â
âItâs called work. Good to see you too,â Wade clipped off, rolling his eyes skyward as he glanced around the room. Already the foyer gave him the impression the house keeping was not up to where it should be. It was a large manor for only one man to live in. âI-one is fine. For now. I canât be getting hammered. I have another shift tomorrow that starts rather early. When are you getting one of those jobs?â
Silas rolled his eyes. Yeah, sure! One drink, okay! Silas was off to the foyer to find the good alcohol. âOkay, okay. Work! Yeah, sounds like, fun, being yelled at by shite-heads all day, touchy grimey people and being ass tired every night.â He laughed at himself, âHoppinâ right on it!â He shrugged as he entered the foyer, going to the drink table and pouring the both of them a glass of whiskey. âLook, Iâm not cut out for that shit. We both know that. Besides. No one else is going to. Pretend to clean up this shit hole.â He held out Wadeâs drink to him. âAnd Iâm not really uh, the face of customer service here.âÂ




















