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[color=silver]”Things aren’t going to get weird between us, Zara”[/color]

In truth, Emory could not guarantee what was going to happen next. The charms master’s feelings ran amok around his head like a tribe of Cornish Pixies bustling around the woods. He knew of course that this was not only because of his own struggle with deep emotion but also due to his constant use of memory charms; his mind was deteriorating and this small fact did a fair but in the way of his hiring of Dr End. Emory needed to see what could be salvaged before it was too late. He looked up from his preparations to catch the gaze of the beauty that stood before him. He didn’t know how to feel anymore.

[color=silver]”I’m not sure what that means”[/color] He began. [color=silver]”The magic used in scrying, the spells or spell that keep the Caretaker here I don’t understand them, never have. I’ve tried to research it, I’ve tried to…speak to him about it but whatever he is and what ever magic runs in his veins, it’s not something we can fathom. Why he said your name? I have no idea. It could be just because you were in the room, I don’t know. Maybe there’s some direct link between you and this asylum but I honestly couldn’t tell you”[/color]

Making his way to the remnants of Blackbeard’s ship that sat in the middle of the apparition room; Emory pulled his wand free and aimed it at the globe, placing his free hand over the needleless 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 at their destination shortly. Using the artefacts was quite jarring, that’s why Emory always insisted on doing it himself. It was not that he didn’t trust his colleague’s, he just didn’t want any of them to get hurt.

Turning to face a new voice, it was Tariq, doing his best to apologize. Emory had known Tariq since Hogwarts and there was a reason that they were friends, they were very similar but things had changed and Tariq blamed him for it. Not without cause or reason, Emory knew he was partially at fault but to shoulder the entire thing? That wasn’t fair. Still; Emory had very little time to hold a grudge, there was too much going on right now. [color=silver]”Call it water under the bridge, Tariq. I know how you are but I will say this”[/color] In a split second, Emory’s aura and demeanour went just a little darker than usual. [color=silver]”Don’t ever, question me about what’s going on in my head. None of you have the slightest idea how I think or how I feel. Don’t pretend like you do”[/color]

Sighing deeply, Emory ran his hand down his chin and looked at the two of them. [color=silver]”You guys need to go get ready, it won’t be long before we arrive. I won’t be going with you on this one, I have some work from the Ministry I need to deal with. The new girl, watch out for her. She’s young and I don’t want her here but the I can’t say no to the Minister, she wanted her in so she’s in. Protect her”[/color][/center]