Icy eyes narrowed upon Hecate, then squinted harshly at the paper.
His heart leapt up into his throat, choking him into silence. Brows furrowed heavily over widened eyes. When his face lifted to Hecate again, it was as if the universe betrayed him. “This can’t be our Persephone,” he said, knowing it absolutely is.
Already, panic started to boil in his lungs. It’s been so long. She probably hardly remembered him. He’s aged so much. But she’s most certainly as beautiful and accomplished as ever-
He snapped out of his thoughts, squinted eyes returned upon Hecate. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
◆. Ha! “You love me.” The witch teased, a twinkle in her eye behind dark specs. She proceeded to trade the documents for something else –- a magazine, the wizard equivalent of the mortal’s National Geographic and under the bold title is none other than their old friend Persephone standing with a gargantuan flora fauna.
Hecate tapped at the creature in question that looked to be a mix between having the head of a venus flytrap and a body of a large four legged animal.
“This animal maimed a politician by the name of Lance Bruxo. Left the man’s campaign in shambles but that’s not all. He was the last signature needed on a Creature Bill meant to release the captive wildlife from the zoo.
When he visited, somehow an enclosure was wide open and he was attacked. We don’t have enough evidence to conclude whether this was an accident or if foul play is involved. That’s where Persephone comes in considering she’s been in contact with this creature before.”
She concludes, her gloved finger tapping against the witch in the photograph. Below her touch a familiar brooch sat on the lapel of Persephone’s blazer.