The funny thing about potions was that as long as they had been made before they'd become illegal...there was not anything the bloody aurors could do about him taking them. The problem was that he knew taking them would end badly. Either he would finally kill himself or he would be even more alone than he was right now. He heard the shuffling of little feet and whirled around to see Luthien and Artanis standing there watching him.

"Go, both of you. Take Artanis home and inform every elf there that he is to protect and serve Mistress Davis," he snapped, tipping his head back and swallowing the last inch of Goose in the bottle. His eyes narrowed when both looked reluctant. "Then take him to Whittom Park. Tracey is my sister in every way but blood, GO!" 

He waited until they were gone to reconfigure the wards, again. If Maeve or Pans figured out that Beren and Artanis could get them through no matter what wards were set...he shuddered. Neither of them needed to see him like this. Hopefully, if he did finally end it all, neither of them would find him. He flipped on the stereo and the television, the noise would be a good distraction. 

He flipped both on and sat down with the potions and the bottle. I'm alone, damn it all. By the time he'd emptied the bottle he was having a hard time seeing or even thinking straight. "Ohhhhhh," he muttered, "need to sent the gifts." 

Shoving himself up and off the couch, he stumbled towards his office. "LUTHIEN! LUTHIEN! I know you're hiding some..." he trailed off, falling against the desk and hissing in pain. 

Luthien appeared next to him, wide eyed and clearly worried. "Master Val, what did you do to yourself?" 

Greg glared, or at least he thought he did. "Parchment and a quill...presents to send..." 

Luthien muttered as she did as asked, even helping Greg into the chair. She hovered worriedly as he concentrated on letter after letter. When he sat back, she winced. He looked horrid. 

"Take me..." He gripped the edge of the desk and swayed. "Home...send these..." 

Luthien sighed heavily, taking his arm and popping them both to Stone Walk. If only her oaths didn't prevent her from getting help for Master Val. 

[Summary] Greg hits rock bottom.