This is it. - [CLOSED]
Who: Sir Edward Sexby, 47
What: Just a wardenly chat.
When: After dinner.
Where: His wife's room.
He'd just come back from tucking away the second book Snape had given him in his room before he made his way to see Sexby. There were far too many questions about this whole place on his tongue for his own comfort. He wasn't used to not having all the information at a fingerprint's touch away. He wasn't used to knowing so little after promising so much. Or was it much at all?
He fixed a button on his suit jacket as he ran into the familiar problem of a door. It was so odd to not have his gun out in hand when he kicked one open or knocked, but he'd get used to it. Had to, really. And if his last visit with Svetlana meant anything, it meant that he definitely should get used to knocking all over again.
So, he compromised. He knocked twice, cleared his throat, and said: "Sexby? You told me to come find you; I hope this is acceptable."
What: Just a wardenly chat.
When: After dinner.
Where: His wife's room.
He'd just come back from tucking away the second book Snape had given him in his room before he made his way to see Sexby. There were far too many questions about this whole place on his tongue for his own comfort. He wasn't used to not having all the information at a fingerprint's touch away. He wasn't used to knowing so little after promising so much. Or was it much at all?
He fixed a button on his suit jacket as he ran into the familiar problem of a door. It was so odd to not have his gun out in hand when he kicked one open or knocked, but he'd get used to it. Had to, really. And if his last visit with Svetlana meant anything, it meant that he definitely should get used to knocking all over again.
So, he compromised. He knocked twice, cleared his throat, and said: "Sexby? You told me to come find you; I hope this is acceptable."