Twenty-three -- text

[facesdeath]

A bit belated, but thank you to everyone that gave me a gift.

[filtered to Hermione Granger, Eden McCain & Claire Bennet || warded || unbreakable || hexes if you try]

Found him.

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[honestlyrubbish]

How is he?

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[facesdeath]

I trust you know that you cannot tell a soul.

... I'm sure he'll be up and about again soon.

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[honestlyrubbish]

Yes, of course, but -

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[honestlyrubbish]

- will be up and about -

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[honestlyrubbish]

- but it couldn't - there's no one here who'd even be capable -

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[honestlyrubbish]

But... why? How did you find him? What condition -

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[facesdeath]

He's dead at the moment.

I found him in his bed, the wards were still up. I had to break them all down.

... I don't know too much else.

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[honestlyrubbish]

The wards were still up... with no sign of struggle? And no one else could replicate those wards?

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[facesdeath]

No one in this place could have replicated them with such skill.

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[honestlyrubbish]

This makes so little sense, Regulus.

In twenty-four hours or less, however, I suppose it'll be clear. Unless he goes into hiding again.

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[facesdeath]

Unless he decides to Apparate away, I'm sitting in the doorway.

I'm not moving.

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[honestlyrubbish]

Please.

Send... my regards, I suppose.

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[facesdeath]

I will.