date: may 16th, 1945 time: 01:29 am location: farid khan’s residence availability: @farid-khan
Unable to identify the missing presence of her friend during the fighting as a blessing or a curse, Adaline could not stop thinking about it was she cast protego after protego. Every moment she expected to turn to see him fighting or on the ground, and the suspense was getting to her. One of the few people in the world that Adaline felt she could go to, Farid was someone the blonde could not imagine being out in the fight. Still, she worried. If she had yet to see him, it could mean the worst.
By the time she had told Mani she was going to check on her friend, her wand was already out. It had been too long for her to continue worrying and she knew she would not feel better until she knew for herself. Without waiting for a response, she swiftly turned on the spot and apparated to his place of residence. Knocking on the heavy door, she waited, shifting from foot to foot for someone to answer the door, to tell her that he was okay or at least alive. As soon as the door opened to a house elf tugging at its ears, she was speaking.
“I need to see Farid. If he is here, I need you to take me to him, or let him know I’m here,” she told the small elf, taking a step across the threshold when the little thing disapparated, presumably to go and get him. The whole while she fidgeted, unable to relax until she knew everything was alright. She was sure she was a sight herself, blonde hair mussed and pulled back. Her makeup was surely ruined and there were a few cuts she could feel on her face from the initial explosion.