I looked upon the scene before me with an utter depression of soul.
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At some point during the night, the crack in the wall of Silent Hall grows. Roderick watches it quietly, fingertips trembling in the dim light, certain that his heart would be fluttering with panic in his chest if it were still beating.
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At some point during the night, the crack in the wall of Silent Hall grows. Roderick watches it quietly, fingertips trembling in the dim light, certain that his heart would be fluttering with panic in his chest if it were still beating.
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The summer has seen her taking more lessons than usual, and she likes them earlier as opposed to not.
She is, in fact, still in her black ballet wear when she steps into the Kashtta, intent on having breakfast there. She's smoothing out her skirt and working around the French braid to loosen her hair, and her hand remains speared into the dark curls once she's greeted with all the decay.
And that smell.
Her mouth is shaped into a perfect O as she looks around. "Whaa--"
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He was there in the morning since Ann had her ballet lesson so he was here when it all shifted. David's about to head out again to get a break from all the decay when he sees Anne. She looks beautiful in her ballet wear, and it's a stark contrast to the decay surrounding her.
"Hey," he says, walking over to her and reaching for her hand. "The building's... falling apart. I don't... know."
But he can state the obvious.
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At the sight of him, she immediately feels better. She starts to make her way toward David to meet him halfway, reaching for his hand when he reaches for hers. She is still looking around, completely stunned by how different the Kashtta looks today.
It looks like a building that's been in decay and out of use for years, and that makes no sense at all. "Hey," she breathes out, finally settling her gaze on him, her eyes a bit wide and disbelieving.
"Is--I don't know if people should keep staying here with everything that's happening," she says. It makes no sense to her why people haven't moved the heck out, at least some of them, but if they ever step out of the building, they'll forget all about the worries inside, so there's that.
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He follows her gaze to the rest of the building.
"I don't know if they should either. ...Hermione Granger on the journals said it was... all illusory so it's not really happening, but it looks real," he says quietly, tugging her closer to him by her hand and looking critically at the walls. Like the answers are written there. "I think they're looking for somewhere that everyone can move to, but there's... a lot of people and limited funds."
Also, the thing where anytime they step outside to find a place, they completely forget about what's happening on the inside of the Tower.
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She is also likely carrying around something alcoholic to drink in a thermos, because that is the day that she is having at this point. There's the rough decision of whether or not everyone should be moved out but to where? Should they all set up a tent city under a bridge somewhere? She can't fit them all in her house, but she would certainly make a strong effort ( ... )
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He looks far more calm than he should.
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She stops a few feet from him. "Are you Roderick then?" It's asked softly. He's not stable after all, and Martha knows that. "I've heard about you. Is there any way to help you? What is it that you want?"
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It's almost convenient.
"I am," he replies, "And I want nothing but Madeline. You cannot give me that. Her. I think she is here, but... hiding, perhaps."
He swallows, gaze shifting to the floor.
"She is very angry with me."
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Pushing herself past the barriers, the danger signs warning people away from the Silent Hall. She stands for a few moments, wand behind her ear in case she needs it for light.
"Roderick?" she calls calmly, "Are you there?"
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He remembers Luna. She was kind, so he'll speak with her, if that's what she's come for.
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Stopping just next to him, she offers him a small, kind smile. "That's very beautiful," she says gently, turning her head to the words on the wall.
She falls quiet for a short while. She knows her next question may seem redundant because she knows now anyway, but she will still ask it anyways. "How are you, Roderick?"
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The word reminds him of Madeline.
He nods his thanks and places his pencil down on the floor, then places his hands in the pockets of his torn coat. Her question takes him a little off-guard and he looks at her, unblinking as ever.
"I... am not sure. I feel very little."
He falls silent for a moment, then adds, "My sister is here."
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