Friday 6 April 15:00 GMT
Phillip leaned forward in his chair. He nervously fiddled with the seams of his slacks as he anxiously waited.
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Friday 6 April 06:00 GMT
The Malfoy boys found Phillip ready to go on another morning run when they entered his room at six in the morning. They ran the same route, taking care not to get in the way of the Whomping Willow.
They ended their run at the edge of the Black Lake. They cooled down, stretching as the lake waters lapped onto the shore. Phillip had asked about the makeshift cemetery they had passed as they had approached the lake on their final sprint. The boys talked about the former Head Master and Head Mistress, the venerable Potions Master, the cagey Mediwitch, the veteran Herbology professor and the expert Gamekeeper; with all except the Head Master dying of old age.
Phillip was slowly beginning to understand the great history of the esteemed Wizarding school. As they walked back to the castle he wondered how he might have fared had he attended; although discounted that thought as he remembered Drew never getting the acceptance letter.
Phillip ran up the stairs to the third-floor landing and headed straight to his hospital room to freshen up. He paused as he entered the bathroom. He saw his dark blue slacks and white T-shirt neatly folded. He shut his eyes, knowing his time here at the castle was coming to an end. He went to take his shower.
o-o-o
Friday 6 April 15:10 GMT
"Alright, Phillip?" the platinum blonde Auror said.
Phillip looked up as the elder Malfoys stood in the doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy entered the room. The young man blew out a breath as he stood up.
Mrs. Malfoy hugged the young man. She stepped back and nodded at him.
"You ready to go?" the wizard asked.
"Not really," Phillip said. He looked at Drew and then back at her father. "But that's life, right?"
Mr. Malfoy smiled. He nodded at the younger man as Mrs. Malfoy took a seat at the table.
Phillip paused at Drew's bedside. He shut his eyes for a moment. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. He whimpered a little and then whispered into her ear that he loved her, not caring if anyone overheard.
The three noticed a slight spike in her EKG before it subsided. Phillip looked up at Mr. Malfoy.
Mr. Malfoy put his arm around the younger man's shoulder. He nodded for their exit. Phillip nodded as he allowed the older man to lead him out. Mrs. Malfoy watched the two leave before turning her attention to her unconscious daughter.
o-o-o
The wizard led the young man down to the foyer of the castle just outside of the Great Hall. Only a handful of Wizarding folk were allowed to Apparate on the Hogwarts grounds; he was one of them.
The young man let out a breath as they landed in the familiar Chiswick home. He looked around the righted living room.
"Our team processed the scene. They cleaned it up as well as they could after doing so," the Ministry Auror said as Phillip looked around. "Hey. It's nearly half past three right now. I need to check in with Montague before we head west. I'll be back by 5 p.m."
"Okay," Phillip said softly as he nodded. He watched the wizard Disapparate.
Phillip suddenly felt weak. He sat down on the couch. His mobile and wallet were where he left them. He peeked at his phone; it was full of unanswered texts and voice messages.
His eyes darted to the curtain that covered the hall closet shelves. He stood up and walked slowly towards the hallway. He opened up the curtains. He got on his knees and feverishly swept his palms over the floor of the closet, yanking towels and sheets off of the shelves.
He took in a breath as he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the small box and for a moment he shut his eyes. He blew out a breath and stood up. He turned the box in his hands before placing it into his pants pocket. He headed to his room to pack.