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[color=silver]”Isa, I’m not upset ok?”[/color] Emory pulled himself away from her soft grasp. [color=silver]”Listen what we do in our spare time is between us, I don’t care if people know about it or not but you have to remember, it’s what we do in our spare time. As soon as work starts, we work, there’s no room for whatever this is. When it comes to the job, it will always come first to me, alright? I care about you, we’re friends but I can’t and I won’t put you first”[/color] That probably came across more mean than he had intended but maybe it was for the best. Emory had come to terms with the fact that people die around him, it was a cold hard medical fact. The sooner Isa understood that, the better. [color=silver]”Go and get yourself ready, we’ll be dropping you lot in Texas first”[/color] He leaned forward and kissed her forehead before descending a set of nearby stairs towards the apparition room.

The apparition room was unique in that it was mostly empty except for an old globe and a compass. These were artefacts that had been recovered from the wreck of the Queen Anne’s Revenge, otherwise known as Blackbeard’s ship. They held great power and could be used to move large amounts of people and things to wherever the wielder desired. Sauntering up to the lonely table, Emory drew his wand and aimed it at the globe, placing his other free hand onto the compass. [color=silver]” Terra. Ignis. Aqua. Aer. Peto fine motus.”[/color] With a clear image of the scry map in his mind, the broken wizard began to recite the incantation and the globe began to move. The compass span violently and the lights flickered for a few moments before stabilizing. The house was now on it’s way, they would be in Texas shortly to drop the first team off.

Returning to his room, it was time for Emory himself to get ready for the case. Stripping out of the rushed ensemble he had placed upon his body before rushing to the scry room, the Welshman sat at his desk and looked upon his face in the mirror. It was a tired face, sleep often eluded him and he and refused all offers from Kieran of his sleeping draughts. He looked into his own eyes which seemed older than their years, he had seen so much in so little time. Scars had took shape across his toned body in shapes of bites and scratches and burns. Who would choose this life if they could be anything else? It was a question he had never asked himself until Daisy. He saw [url=http://images.techtimes.com/data/images/full/226531/jessica-henwick.jpg]her face[/url] in the mirror staring back at him and he held his head in his hands.

[color=silver]”Accio ring”[/color] From somewhere in the room it flew into his palm, the meteorite wedding band that she had given him. He looked upon it with sombre remembrance of life cut short. The others all tried to hide their pain, to push it down into the deepest hole they could find within themselves. Emory did not possess the strength to do that, he wore his pain like an armour, something that was worse than the darkness he fought on the daily. He placed the wedding band upon his finger with a great sigh of despair before getting to his feet and heading to his wardrobe to change. Some of his contemporaries liked to dress rather garishly and others in the traditional robes of their wizarding forefathers; Emory had no such desire to be fashionable. He wore his jeans and his boots and a grey t-shirt. Once he was ready, he picked a book up from the table and left the room.

Descending into the dungeon, Emory looked upon the desperate frame of the Caretaker, exhausted from his pain, unable to sleep, unable to dream. [b]“Master Emory, such a surprise”[/b] the creature spoke. [b]“Is there something I can help with?”[/b] Taking a step towards him, Emory placed the book on the table in front of the cursed man. [color=silver]”You’ve done enough for today, Caretaker. That is why I brought you something. Daisy used to bring you books to read, I thought you’d appreciate something to do while we’re away. It’s Wordsworth”[/color] The Caretaker looked upon the book that he had been given and opened it up, a message from Daisy.

[color=pink]”Beloved Caretaker, may the words transport you to meadows of green and bring about the love for you, the love unseen, Daisy Corrigan”[/color]

[b]“Thank you, Master Emory. Truly.[/b] The Caretaker felt the young man’s hand on his shoulder and felt for but a second, for a whisper in the night, a sense of kinship. [b]”Good luck”[/b] Emory silently nodded before exiting the Caretakers chamber.

Placing his wand to his throat, Emory bellowed throughout the Dormum [color=silver]“TEXAS ARRIVAL IN TEN MINUTES”[/color][/center]