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"Yeah?" said Callum. "I've got nowhere to be, if you want someone to talk to. Don't say no. I'm bored and lonely and other people's problems make me feel better about mine. Mind if I sit down?"

“And Banges,” confirmed Callum. Even without the bag, he might have guessed; the beach’s proximity to a wizarding village made it a popular spot for magical folks, at least in the summertime. Mid-winter, not so much. “He’s fourteen. Take it you don’t have kids - you look far too relaxed. You all...

Callum was never really off duty. Even when he was alone at home, or out for what should have been a peaceful walk, he was always alert, always tuned in to the goings on around him. It was a habit he'd once fought hard to break but eventually learned to live with. It made him a good auror, he...

Name: Callum Duffy Play-by: Andrew Scott Banner Size: Don't mind! Text on Banner: "Callum Duffy" and/or any lyrics from this Colour Scheme: Darker I think but I don't mind!! Image Options: I really like these three: 1, 2, 3 Or if they don't work then alternatively any of these: 1, 2, 3...

"I mean, she's dead now, but it wasn't the fire that got her," Callum said, wishing he'd never brought her up at all. For some reason, Mr. Prindeou was all concern, both with regards to his family and his ability to get home. "Sure, OK. Fine." Really, he wanted to tell him to mind his own damned...

Been thinking of you!! I'm glad you're okay, fingers crossed your power comes back soon :hugs:

“Oh.” Did Callum really? He cast his mind back over the last week, picking through the take-outs and the long nightly walks, and at last arrived at the memory he was looking for. Yes. He had paid upfront. "Of course. No, I'm fine, thanks." Putting away his wallet, he added, "Nice farm. My aunt...

"Yeah," said Callum. He'd forgotten to introduce himself. Merlin, was he about to find out he'd forgotten to bring his money, too? No - there it was, in his inner pocket. His hand froze mid-way in. What? How dare the man presume to know he was having trouble sleeping? All right, if someone was...

Callum stepped into the man's house, pulling a scrap of paper from his pocket as he did so. "I brought a list," he said, "in case you forgot what I needed." Included on the list was a whole asphodel plant, two dozen sprigs of lavender, a handful of peppermint, a hundred grams of stewed mandrake...

Callum had no reason to be anxious, but these days he didn't seem to need one. Waking up was enough to make him jittery. The interminable grind of work wasn't helping. He'd enjoyed it once. Ha! Remember that? Remember waking up and feeling excited? Times had changed. All that persisted now was...

While Charlie stood with Briar at the barbecue, Callum patrolled the path nearby, keeping an eye on things. He was good at keeping an eye on things. It covered all sorts of his favourite things to do, such as walking around inconspicuously and spotting shifty behaviour, and involved very little...

"My clubbing days are long over," Callum said dryly, when Zennon had finished. "But the banana museum sounds good." He thought about this for a moment and frowned into his coffee. "What do you put in a banana museum? I mean, bananas, obviously. But are there many different kinds of bananas? Have...

If Callum were being honest, he hadn't got out much either since his divorce. He'd never been the life of any party, but he'd had what he considered friends, once upon a time. Well, they were mostly Jessie's friends, but they'd liked him enough to invite him out to dinners and house parties, and...

"I'm joking," Callum said. "You know I'm joking? Don't look so worried, you're making me feel bad." As he spoke he scanned the cafe, making a mental note of who was sat where and what they were eating. The family sitting nearby had finally lost interest in Callum's conversation with Zennon...

Zennon didn't seem to notice that Callum was staring at him as if he'd grown a second head. Snuggles and cuddles? Did he have an incontinent one as well called Puddles? Callum simply sat in stunned silence as the young man went on, chatting as if they'd known one another for years. Merlin help...

Callum nodded slowly. It wasn't a terrible thing to get to know the St. Mungo's healers. Even if Callum never ended up on Zennon's ward, having a contact inside the hospital could come in useful. "Congratulations. What department?" he asked, tapping the table lightly with his fingernails...

It was either the table in the corner with Zennon, or the floor. Callum made a gesture of assent and sat down, but kept his coat on and one leg stuck out in the gangway, as if he were debating getting straight back up again. "I know it is," he said, in reference to St. Mungo's being close by. "I...

Callum knew someone who needed coffee when he saw them. Frankly, he wasn't sure one would be enough. And now the kid was trying to buy him a drink! "Yeah - no," he said. Nobody was buying him anything. Especially not someone fresh out of Hogwarts. Geez, of all the people in the room who could've...

Aaayee I'm so excited!!!!! :party:

Callum had made the decision to move to New Zealand the way he made all decisions: quickly, before he had a chance to get scared. This particular decision had the advantage of being the obvious and only acceptable one. He couldn't live twelve thousand miles away from his son. He couldn't. Jessie...