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estdeus_innobisThursday Afternoon September 24th: Day 116
Sheriff's Office
Friggin' magic.
I've had a bloody headache since yesterday now.
Feel worse for Hermia than I do for myself though- and I feel pretty damn sorry for myself. Her first great Work and we can't figure what's gone wrong. We know that its trying to work, but it just can't seem to. Like something else needs to happen before the magic can set loose to it's work.
Whole damn basement is still charged up. Makes my head scream afresh every time I go down there.
Went out for a walk- smoked about four cigarettes. Went though the books again. Not like any of it made real sense. Better to let Hermia work out what she can and then run it by me. Maybe I can dredge something out of the back of my memory that might help.
Turn the corner and head back to the Office. Head up the stairs and crush out my last cigarette in the can outside. Open the door to the ringing of the bells and step in. And there's Liam sitting there looking like he hasn't a care in the world. And wait....what's that in the air?
"What the fuck have you been doing in here Linford?" shrug out of my coat and throw it on one of the chairs, "Or rather, who the fuck have you been doing in here?"
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Sheriff's Office
Friggin' magic.
I've had a bloody headache since yesterday now.
Feel worse for Hermia than I do for myself though- and I feel pretty damn sorry for myself. Her first great Work and we can't figure what's gone wrong. We know that its trying to work, but it just can't seem to. Like something else needs to happen before the magic can set loose to it's work.
Whole damn basement is still charged up. Makes my head scream afresh every time I go down there.
Went out for a walk- smoked about four cigarettes. Went though the books again. Not like any of it made real sense. Better to let Hermia work out what she can and then run it by me. Maybe I can dredge something out of the back of my memory that might help.
Turn the corner and head back to the Office. Head up the stairs and crush out my last cigarette in the can outside. Open the door to the ringing of the bells and step in. And there's Liam sitting there looking like he hasn't a care in the world. And wait....what's that in the air?
"What the fuck have you been doing in here Linford?" shrug out of my coat and throw it on one of the chairs, "Or rather, who the fuck have you been doing in here?"
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