Simon Blackmoore
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Walking up the drive towards White Manor, Simon was unnerved by the quietness of the area. He supposed there was no reason for there to be wild activity, but the wind was calm and there was an unnatural stillness to the air that made him hurry down the gravel path. The manor house was imposing, to say the least, though Simon wasn't intimidated by its obvious wealth. Vague silhouettes passed behind white curtains and he tracked them with his slate grey eyes, hoping, wondering if any of them were his older brother. If Greg was working then he'd be outside, which made Simon reached out to touch impeccably trimmed bushes at the side of the drive as he passed. From the look of his letter, though, he didn't think Greg capable for working at this time.
Simon had been deeply disturbed by the letter he'd received in the wee hours of the morning in the presence of their father. Gregory had written as though he was drunk, although he'd never known his brother to imbibe since his early twenties. What he suspected was more emotional turmoil, though he had no basis for comparison as his weekly letters with his older sibling had ceased at the commencement of Greg's employment. There was something terribly wrong about the situation; no mater what happened in the coming hours, Simon was getting him out of there and back into the safety of his townhouse. When Greg was ready, Simon would contact Audel for him, and together they would begin to piece through what at happened at White Manor.
He approached the big white door (funny.) and briefly contemplated walking right in, but the ginger-haired man figured that would just as easily end with him at the wrong end of a wand, so he knocked, waiting as patiently as an impatient man could possibly be. Or was it the other way around? He hoped that Greg would be the one to answer, but judging by the contents of his letter, Simon might have to physically carry him out the door. He frowned and knocked again unnecessarily.
Simon had been deeply disturbed by the letter he'd received in the wee hours of the morning in the presence of their father. Gregory had written as though he was drunk, although he'd never known his brother to imbibe since his early twenties. What he suspected was more emotional turmoil, though he had no basis for comparison as his weekly letters with his older sibling had ceased at the commencement of Greg's employment. There was something terribly wrong about the situation; no mater what happened in the coming hours, Simon was getting him out of there and back into the safety of his townhouse. When Greg was ready, Simon would contact Audel for him, and together they would begin to piece through what at happened at White Manor.
He approached the big white door (funny.) and briefly contemplated walking right in, but the ginger-haired man figured that would just as easily end with him at the wrong end of a wand, so he knocked, waiting as patiently as an impatient man could possibly be. Or was it the other way around? He hoped that Greg would be the one to answer, but judging by the contents of his letter, Simon might have to physically carry him out the door. He frowned and knocked again unnecessarily.