Gale received the missive long after classes were over, and though the little artist wasn't far from his thoughts. After the party he hadn't the chance to truly take the time unwind and gather his thoughts. There were so many events, and though he had fun. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd made the right choice.

He found himself torn between the two, like black on white, right on wrong, and morning vs. night. But just seeing those little letters, those broken words, and heartache that seemed to be attached no matter how strong Chaz thought himself to be--made his own heart hurt.

At first he folded the letter and carried it around through a few other tasks, but when he couldn't stand it any longer he took to his desk to pen back.

Rook
Lawrence Designs
'Dumpy Little Flat'
London, England

November 23, 2009

My Darling Chester,

I had hoped to see you before I received this letter, but it appears that you my darling are far faster than I when it comes to jumping to conclusions. Though, you have ever right to be upset I can't help but wonder if I made a mistake at all. A gift is a gift, Pretty Boy, and I'll not accept it back. You don't have to wear it, and can give it to who you please. But know that in giving you this, you have taken a part of me with you. The thought saddens me to know that this beautiful gold doesn't hang around your neck, that my coin isn't over that passionate heart, but I suppose I will survive.

I'm afraid at this time I can not accept your offer to build me a home, because when I think of the house that Chaz built, I think of how I want to make you part of it. It gave me great pleasure to think of you sharing more than just coffee, but as I have said before there is little we truly know about one another. How was I to know it would end like this?

Forgive me if I have upset you in any way. It was never my intentions.

Very truly yours,

Nightingale
Professor of Charms
Hogwarts