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- OOC First Name
- Claire
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- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (65)
Monty paused on his front door step, working up the courage to go inside. Even the neighbourhood seemed quieter now that Saveli and Ainmere were gone. The trees were still in the absent wind, the birds silent, unwelcoming. He was going to have to get used to it; this was how every holiday would be, now. Alone. At least he'd had plenty of practice.
Turning his key in the lock, Monty let himself into the hall. He hung up his coat and wandered upstairs, trailing a hand up the dusty banister until he reached the top. All of the doors were closed. He went to Saveli's, nearly knocking out of habit, and twisted the handle. Her furniture was still there, in exactly the way he'd arranged it for her arrival, but her books, her clothes - her everything - was gone. Monty leaned against the door frame, absorbing the emptiness. Everything seemed paler, and bigger. Then he spotted something on her bedside table - a picture frame, with its photo still inside. He ventured toward it, knowing before the picture was discernible exactly which one it was. It was the photo she'd taken of herself and him on the day she'd moved in. Saveli was grinning, holding the camera up to capture them together, while Monty looked comically startled. She hardly came up to his shoulder in height.
She had obviously left it for him on purpose, and the gesture formed a lump in his throat. He put the frame back on the dresser and went downstairs, wandering aimlessly through the hall for a moment before entering the lounge. There he sighed gently through his nose. Well, he was home. It didn't feel much like home any more, but at least it was something.
Turning his key in the lock, Monty let himself into the hall. He hung up his coat and wandered upstairs, trailing a hand up the dusty banister until he reached the top. All of the doors were closed. He went to Saveli's, nearly knocking out of habit, and twisted the handle. Her furniture was still there, in exactly the way he'd arranged it for her arrival, but her books, her clothes - her everything - was gone. Monty leaned against the door frame, absorbing the emptiness. Everything seemed paler, and bigger. Then he spotted something on her bedside table - a picture frame, with its photo still inside. He ventured toward it, knowing before the picture was discernible exactly which one it was. It was the photo she'd taken of herself and him on the day she'd moved in. Saveli was grinning, holding the camera up to capture them together, while Monty looked comically startled. She hardly came up to his shoulder in height.
She had obviously left it for him on purpose, and the gesture formed a lump in his throat. He put the frame back on the dresser and went downstairs, wandering aimlessly through the hall for a moment before entering the lounge. There he sighed gently through his nose. Well, he was home. It didn't feel much like home any more, but at least it was something.