[Private]
[a slow, constant tap of his pen]
[/Private]
[Gellert]
[after checking to make sure that Gellert is still in the castle, and experiencing a mix of relief and hollowness when he found out that he is, he makes this filter]
Gellert. Are you alright?
[/Gellert]
[some puttering sounds. it sounds like something's bubbling. after a few moments, there's a sigh, and Albus dictates absently, casually:]
Some five, six months of work, all lost. Pity.
[pleasantly] Ms. Sage. I believe you have me to yourself for an evening.
[ooc;
loss start. gotta run; be back in a couple hours]