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Tariq ended up staying in Texas for hours longer then the rest of his team. He regretted taking his eyes off Felix. He felt like it was mostly his fault that Felix disappeared. Standing in the dessert wasteland of when once he saw his dear friend he shook his head in disbelief he didn't want to believe that his friend just [i][u]'disappeared'[/u][/i] there had to be something to it. 
But there was nothing else to do…What else could I do? His eyes swelled up this feeling inside of his gut was one he felt before. A stinging, swirling, grinding up of his insides, something heavy on his chest and something caught in his throat as his eyes swelled up with tears. Though this expression on his face didn't last long it turned into an anger. Huffing out he grabbed his wand and imagined the place he knew best as he swung the wand a whipping whirl pool of the wind came quickly around in the circle. 

Ending up right in front of the ORO house he looked up at the old house with the beautiful windows and mysterious look of it. Shaking his head he kind of didn't want to go into the house. Though he stepped forward and put his wand away. Breathing in deeply he grabbed onto the handle as he crept into the house and silently shutting the door the best he could. Which left a [b]CREEEEAAAK[/b] noise echoing in the walls. As he shut the door, he turned around and looked into the two doorways to see if anybody was there which he couldn't see a single person. 

Tariq ended up swiftly going up the stairs. [i]Stomp. . . [/i][b]ST[/b][i]omp...[/i] [b]STOMP, STOMP, STOMP…[/b]with each foot he seemed to go slow, faster, then faster as he didn't care who heard his existence anymore. As he made it to his room, he opened the door with a flick of his hand and a whisper of words. Sometimes with simple spells he didn't need a wand other not. As he went through the door, it also slammed behind him then locked. Breathing heavily he started taking off the mission outfit he put on. He ended up grabbing other clothes and quickly getting into them as he almost tripped a few times trying to get the lower clothing on his body. Tariq ended up in a nice dress suit. 

Sitting down on the bed, he put his hands on his skull and sighed. Rubbing his temple's he, groaned a little more in annoyance then anything else. [color=004b80]"Why?"[/color] he whispered to himself. [color=004b80]"...Another friend..."[/color] He sighed then fell back into the bed and stretched his arms out as he looked at the ceiling. He turned his head and looked to the door and watched it for a moment.[i] . . . I should socialise, though...I don't feel civil enough to do it at the moment. . . [/i]These thoughts kept twirling in his head with the ones of his missing friend.