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Who: Connor and Hope
When: November 20th, evening
Where: Connor's office
Things were different. This was not oblivious to him. The voice inside his head was beginning to sound not like his own, but someone else. Someone he has renounced, and someone he has feared with every fiber of his being of becoming.
Victor Bates was insufferable. But he was not Victor Bates. He was Connor Bates, professor of Ancient Runes. He was not a monster. Not yet, anyway.
As for now, he sat in a large leather armchair in the corner of his office. The entire room was dark except for a candle placed beside him on a small table. For hours, he had tried reading books to keep him distracted, but quickly gave that up for gripping the arms of his chair and biting his lip nervously.
A knock on the door startled him and he quickly rose and lit the rest of the candles in his office with a flick of his wand. He used a door-opening spell to let the guest in as he took a new place at his desk.
When: November 20th, evening
Where: Connor's office
Things were different. This was not oblivious to him. The voice inside his head was beginning to sound not like his own, but someone else. Someone he has renounced, and someone he has feared with every fiber of his being of becoming.
Victor Bates was insufferable. But he was not Victor Bates. He was Connor Bates, professor of Ancient Runes. He was not a monster. Not yet, anyway.
As for now, he sat in a large leather armchair in the corner of his office. The entire room was dark except for a candle placed beside him on a small table. For hours, he had tried reading books to keep him distracted, but quickly gave that up for gripping the arms of his chair and biting his lip nervously.
A knock on the door startled him and he quickly rose and lit the rest of the candles in his office with a flick of his wand. He used a door-opening spell to let the guest in as he took a new place at his desk.