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Location: Potter Estate, porch Time: 22nd of February, twilight Status: Closed, for @alphaleoniis
“The cards, hm?” Edgar asked.
He’d been sitting on the front porch of the Potter Estate as he’d so often done before. But usually his smokes outside were brief, caught between departure and conversations inside. These days however he barely set foot inside anymore. The house was no longer safe, and his breath hurt like fire when he was robbed of the change to look out onto the driveway to make sure everything was still fine.
He didn’t know how much longer it still would be. The new boy, Regulus Black, and his message, brought both hope and and warning with it, and Edgar didn’t like it. Didn’t trust it. But he did, however, knew a way to come to believe it. So when Black the Younger stepped out from the house Edgar was already waiting, his expression mellow, friendly, almost passive.
“It’s not often you still hear people put their faith in them these day.”
