Inside the room he occupied, there wasn't much. A bed and a desk. And books, entirely too many books. Barty had been doing a lot of research, which wasn't exactly anything new. He had always studied a lot, had always wanted to learn. But his research now, it had a purpose.
He approached the wall, tapped the stones in the right order. As the wall opened, he stepped through it.
The magic circle laid untouched. "Lumos."
Just enough light to see, so Barty stepped closer, looked inside the circle. The figure there, ghostly, transparent... So clearly Regulus by now. Down to the way his hair fell to the way he slept. Not just a ghost, no, Barty could sense it. Even now, just kneeling on the edge of the circle.
"Regulus?" He whispered the name, not sure what to expect. Perhaps nothing. But they were getting there, he knew that too. He had hope. A strange feeling to have.
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He approached the wall, tapped the stones in the right order. As the wall opened, he stepped through it.
The magic circle laid untouched. "Lumos."
Just enough light to see, so Barty stepped closer, looked inside the circle. The figure there, ghostly, transparent... So clearly Regulus by now. Down to the way his hair fell to the way he slept. Not just a ghost, no, Barty could sense it. Even now, just kneeling on the edge of the circle.
"Regulus?" He whispered the name, not sure what to expect. Perhaps nothing. But they were getting there, he knew that too. He had hope. A strange feeling to have.