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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?"

[messofinnocence]

Well, if you ask Erebus, someone who looks antisocial is essentially an invitation for enthusiastic conversation. Hence that broad grin as he runs across him at some convenient intersection. "Well, hey. I haven't seen you before."

[stretchthehours]

Erebus earns a brief, annoyed sideways glance. "I know."

[messofinnocence]

And Opiuchus gets an innocent smile in return. "So what're you doing in a place like this?"

[stretchthehours]

"Leaving."

[acrossandasong]

Because he's Isaac, and because he quite earnestly wants to be friends with nearly everyone in the mansion, Opiuchus gets a bright, genuinely friendly smile and a curious tilt of his head; it's all just a little wary, because he's observant enough, but still. "Are you looking for something?"

[stretchthehours]

"Just a fireplace," he says briskly. It's a tone that doesn't invite further conversation, but Isaac can ignore that if he likes.

[acrossandasong]

He notices it, but figures he can at least try to help -- his head tilts a little more as he thinks about this. "I can probably find one of those."

[stretchthehours]

"So can I, I'm sure."

[verseslikeroses]

Grace is nearly passing him in the hallway, but he seems interesting -- and while she naturally avoids people as much as Ryan does, people still intrigue her. There's no harm in simply talking to someone, after all, so after a quick glance that will take in his robes-- "A wizard, I'm going to assume?"

[stretchthehours]

That's an unusual reaction from someone in Muggle clothing. "You assume? And you're not?"

[verseslikeroses]

"No. I've seen a few around, but you'll find that most of the people here aren't of the wizarding persuasion. --although, I wouldn't underestimate anybody here either," she adds lightly, extending a hand. "Grace Pendergast."

[stretchthehours]

"Then you've managed to get some very illegal information out of someone," he says, his tone neutral but his face slightly intrigued. He takes her hand and shakes it once. "Ophiuchus Lestrange."

[neveranapex]

*...Ophiuchus, the typist apologizes sincerely* Excuse me, sir, are you lost? After all, heaven's a long way from here.

[stretchthehours]

*... cue a pause and a raised eyebrow* I am, matter of fact.