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[stretchthehours]

He’s just a brush through the main hallway and a pause at a doorway, nothing more interesting than a mild billow of fabric in a draught or the light of a lit lamp on a head of black hair.  When he passes a room filled with people he quickens his pace, doing all he can to step quietly and move fast, and when he comes to more deserted hallways he

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[thegoodbadtwin]

And his little brother will turn into a hallway and find him. He blinks, a bit startled. "When did you get here?"

[stretchthehours]

"Now." Ophiuchus doesn't blink, but tilts his head a few degrees. "Where are we?"

[thegoodbadtwin]

"A house in the middle of nowhere. It's loaded with Muggles and Merlin knows what else."

[stretchthehours]

"Wonderful," he mutters. "What kind of Muggles?"

[thegoodbadtwin]

"Freakish ones. Things don't stay dead."

[stretchthehours]

"What do you mean they don't stay dead?"

[thegoodbadtwin]

"Exactly what I said. If you kill someone, they come back."

[stretchthehours]

"That's gotten you into trouble, hasn't it."

[thegoodbadtwin]

"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting it..."

[stretchthehours]

"More than once?"

[thegoodbadtwin]

"No, just once. It's not exactly a lesson you need to learn twice."

[stretchthehours]

"At least that's good news."

[thegoodbadtwin]

"Maybe. But it's annoying."

[stretchthehours]

"Tell me about it."

[thegoodbadtwin]

"Oh. Electra's here, too."

[stretchthehours]

"I bet she's enjoying things." It's hard to tell whether that's sarcasm or not.