[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bfe4de44140ed062d7b4ebdc40a815b/tumblr_og1mi12uF91utmdtuo1_400.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] The Museum
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] Memorization[hr][/center]

There was nothing that could prepare Josephine for what she would witness. She wasn't expecting anything more than a toppled crate as she rushed with the Lord Major to the scene. She scooted her way through. [color=F48CA7]"Goodness, what happened? We heard a crash. Is everyone all ri..."[/color] She stopped her sentence when she noticed the crate. The blood. And then the body.

The others around her looked ill themselved, but Josephine put her hand to her mouth and looked positively green. [color=F48CA7]"No..."[/color] Tears began to fall. Unlike her crocodile tears she was so good at spilling, these were real. Her one true friend here, the one tha stuck by her from the onset, the one who she trusted above all others was gone. An accident, of course, but that didn't matter. [color=F48CA7]"No, Haakon! No you can't be dead. You can't!"[/color] Josephine began to weep heavily now, almost falling to the ground as she tried to steady herself. her breathing began to be heavier as she tried to calm herself.

She had lost her closest ally. She was now alone.