Caradoc!
Emmeline slowly made her way up the basement stairs of her childhood home, having apparated into the safe area of the house. All the windows were shut and curtains were drawn, but it was still the only entrance that wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye. When you were hiding a man who had supposedly been dead for nearly two years now, it was important to keep that kind of secrecy. She pushed open the door of the basement to peer out. Emmeline hadn’t been back into the house since she and Anneliese had moved out before the end of seventh year, and it made her stomach twist to have to walk its halls again.
Not only did the house have the depressing memories of her lack of a childhood, but the fights she’d gotten into here with one Will Jugson still plagued her and Emmeline rushed up the stairs and passed the living room where their last (and final) confrontation had taken place.
“Caradoc?” she called out softly. She didn’t actually know if he’d be here. He’d been very sporadic with his visits since the disappearances, and while Emmeline hadn’t been as readily available as she’d like, she honestly had no idea what he could be up to. It worried her to no end--she hoped that he wasn’t trying to dig up past connections to help the missing...which sounded incredibly selfish, but Emmeline couldn’t stand the idea of Caradoc risking his life again.
She peered into her old bedroom. Emmeline let out a breath and crossed to her dresser, one she’d had since she was eleven. There were still some old belongings sitting upon it, and she found a ribbon to twist into her hair at the base of her head.
“Dear, you need to get some sleep--look at those purple bags!” her mirror tutted. Emmeline frowned; she remembered why she hadn’t brought the damn thing along.
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