#p:chryson

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I Know I’m Not Alone || BroSob

Briony moved quickly down one of the side streets of Knockturn, pressed close to the wall, wand drawn and ready. Her arm still stung from a hex she’d been hit with by a stranger with a scarf covering the bottom half of their face. It hadn’t taken long for Briony to realize that anyone with something over their face was an enemy. 

Turning the corner, she froze as she saw movement, her wand arm jerking up. But she recognized the blond boy further down the street from her. She hadn’t known that Chryson had been in Knockturn as well. Briony had been hoping that all of her family had been else and she’d been the only one trapped in the attack. "Chryson!” She whispered, hoping to catch his attention without alerting anyone else of their presence. 

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It never ceased to amaze Briony how easily her pet could get lost. Despite the cat’s massive size and general lack of energy, it still managed to disappear for hours at a time. There had been a few instances where she hadn’t been able for find him for an entire day, only the have Saffron sleeping on the bed with her the next morning. 

After searching every inch of her room, she made her way to the common room, knowing it would be the next likely place for Saffron to hide. She sighed in relief when she finally spotted the animal, sitting next to her older cousin’s feet and pawing at his leg for attention. Saffron had always been an avid seeker of affection. “You know he’s not going to leave you alone until you pet him.”

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Atalia sat on the common room couch, waiting for her brother, as she read the letter she’d gotten earlier that day. It was simple, telling them that there were family matters to attend to at home. She knew very well that the family matters were not a congratulations, but rather a discussion about something that escaped Atalia’s mind.

At the sound of someone entering the common room, she held the paper up and said, “Dad wants us back home. For what, he didn’t bother to say, but it sounds urgent.” Atalia didn’t bother to turn around, knowing full well that no one else was going to be entering the common. It was the height of dinner and everyone was celebrating the end of the week, but even that celebration wouldn’t wash over the Nott Manor.