[h2]11:00 AM Ronan’s Office[/h2]

[@McHaggis]

After the meeting was over, Alora went to speak with Ronan. As she had felt during the meeting, there was something she needed to talk to him about. Something was bugging her. She wasn’t sure what it was, yet, but she knew it needed to be said. She knocked on the door to Ronan’s office and waited.

After a fairly long pause truncated by the shuffling of papers and the slamming of a heavy tome, then the sound of a slow limp approaching, the door opened, Ronan hanging on the frame somewhat heavily. [color=a68fbb]“Yes?”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“It’s Alora sir… I mentioned I wanted to speak with you at the meeting, if you remember,”[/color] she said, looking at him. She was all too aware of his medical situation, but had no cure for him. [color=00aeef]“May I come in?”[/color]

[color=a68fbb]“Of course, of course,”[/color] he said, moving over to make room while simultaneously scanning the hallway behind her in an overly-paranoid gesture. Ronan didn’t sit down, perhaps due to misplaced manners or plain stoicism. With the flick of his wand, the door closed itself quietly. [color=a68fbb]“What was it you wanted to talk about?”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“I’m not quite sure myself… as you are aware of how I get sometimes, but something, just… something… needs to be said.. and I…”[/color] Alora paused, and slumped over in her chair a bit. It was not a feeling she knew well, but, it had happened only once before. Suddenly she sat back up and looked straight at Ronan. 

[color=00aeef][i]“Ronan… Rosaline Hall… it will fall,”[/i][/color] she said looking at him. 

Ronan looked distinctly unruffled by the ill omen. [color=a68fbb]“Hopefully not while we’re inside it,”[/color] he quipped.

[color=00aeef]“Of that… I am unsure, or when… but it will happen Ronan. That… is all I know,”[/color] Alora said and sighed. She straightened up again. It had been a while since she had one of those horrible visions, but this one was strong.

At a snail’s pace, Ronan returned to his desk and picked up his dainty floral teacup, staring up at the ceiling as if waiting for some divine guidance. [color=a68fbb]“Alora, I do not pretend to know anything about Divination,”[/color] he said slowly. [color=a68fbb]“But. That doesn’t mean I don’t believe you, or that I’m one of those sticks in the mud who say that prophecies only have power if you have faith in them. Still, I need to know [i]what[/i] you saw. Describe it to me.”[/color]

He took a sip of tea.

Alora paused to focus on what she had seen. [color=00aeef]“Death eaters and… Inferi… not too sure about those… but the dead. Everything… burning. Screaming. You-Know-Who on the outside, you on the inside..."[/color]

Ronan interrupted quickly, [color=a68fbb]“That’s enough. I have no real desire to be reminded of my mortality – even if it seems to be coming quicker than expected.”[/color] A wry smile decorated his face as if he was again taking it lightly, and he stretched his stiff leg – the one only partially transformed by the curse. [color=a68fbb]“Though I’m glad it’s looking like it won’t be slow and boring like this is.”[/color]

Alora nodded. [color=00aeef]“I do apologize… not that I have much control of what I saw.” She frowned a bit and rubbed her temples. “Is there anything else you need before I go to get ready?”[/color] She paused. [color=00aeef]“I won’t leave this time, not over this.”[/color]

[color=a68fbb]“Don’t tell the others, please.”[/color] 

[color=00aeef]“No worries there. I have no intention of letting them know what I see,”[/color] she said.

[color=a68fbb]“And–”[/color] Ronan rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. [color=a68fbb]“You do Tarot readings, yes?”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Occasionally. Why do you ask?”[/color] She said softly. Her hand instinctively went to the pocket in which her cards were located.

Ronan looked out the window at the pond outside rather than at Alora. [color=a68fbb]“I like to know if things are going to plan – or if they’re not. I figure having a few vague readings wouldn’t hurt.”[/color] Then he continued after another shaky sip of tea, [color=a68fbb]“I’d also like to have an idea of how much danger our people are in. Which ones are more likely to… prematurely kick the bucket, to use such an odd Muggle term.”[/color]

Alora frowned a bit. [color=00aeef]“Another time perhaps. This morning has been more morbid than usual… and well… I will tell you one thing. You won’t lose Siobhan or Kyle. Something is tying them together.”[/color]

Ronan snorted. Loudly. Though to his credit he did try to hide it. [color=a68fbb]“Yes, I do have eyes. ‘Young love’ and all that. MacFusty isn’t subtle – though, neither is her brother.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“I mean they will not ‘prematurely kick the bucket’ as you said. And I am aware of Alistair’s unsubtly… all too well,”[/color] Alora said with a frown. 

Ronan blinked in surprise, almost relief, and then cringed. [color=a68fbb]“Yes. Sorry about that.”[/color] Another sip of tea. Perhaps a nervous quirk? [color=a68fbb]“I won’t keep you any longer.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“I will see you after the mission then.”[/color]

[color=a68fbb]“Good luck, Miss Caldwell.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Thank you,”[/color] Alora said and exited Ronan’s office. She sighed to herself and went to the library first. She needed to look up something.