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ask-tick-tock-summoner-deactiva  asked:

*one of the black cats walks up to thresh and looks up with inquisitive eyes* Hello Thresh, Have you found big self, also have you seen self and self? I lost them. Do you think self is breaking something again? Oh and why do you have so many books?

“Hrm? Oh. Hello, little soul-cat.”

This must be… Curiosity, was it? He gently scratched it behind the ears.

“I’ve not found your Summoner anywhere, unfortunately. But I’m sure he’ll be back. Nor have I seen the others, lately - they’re hopefully keeping out of trouble.”

He wondered, briefly, what would happen if Vilemaw ate one of the soul cats, but quickly dismissed it with a shake of his head.

“As for the books, well… I do like my stories, whether they’re written down or spoken aloud. A lot of these are rather old, full of information that humans may have forgotten. It’s rather exciting, I think.”

Open

Elle wondered out onto the grounds, not paying any attention to where she was going, or who was around, not that she needed to, she knew exactly where she was going and who she was going to see. Whistling a random tune, she pulled open the gates to the memorial, everyone who died during the Second Wizarding War had some sort of plaque or statue in their memory here. She often came out here, going to the last statue in the last row.

In loving memory of Cedric Diggory, 12th of September 1977 till 24th of June 1995.

She sighed, sitting in front of the statue and pulling out her wand, muttering a spell and creating a sunflower and placing it in front of it. She rested her head on her arm and just sat there. She didn’t know how long she was there, or if anyone passed her. Hearing footsteps behind her she looked behind her,

“Hey.”