When: 1st March
Where: Low Street
Who: @ameliasbones
It would have been difficult for anyone to not become agitated at the sight of Number Seven, swarming with DMLE officials, let alone for Clem who had already spent weeks and weeks worrying about her friend who lived there and what, to her, had felt like a more sinister plot than Daphne had seemed to see. This, the police everywhere, might have had nothing to do with that— but Clem couldn’t help but worry. She chewed on the corner of her thumbnail, a nervous habit she had been trying to kick, as she observed the street around her from the doorway of Number Five. It could have been a fruitless endeavour, but then she caught sight of Amelia, immediately hurrying over. “Amelia,” she said, jerking her head towards the house, “is everything okay?” A stupid question perhaps - it clearly wasn’t - but she didn’t know where else to start.
