He moves the teapot to the small table, doubling back for cups and saucers.
"Certainly there is a mystery. I only wonder what will happen when we reach the end of it."
He sets out two cups and saucers, eases himself into a chair and thinks. The mystery is, of course, appealing. Yet sometimes it fills him with a sense of dread, too. So much death. So much more death to come, he's sure.
"If you encountered Matthias, the White Wanderer, what would you do?"
Kamala had, had spoken to him free of all the groups little theories and asked her own questions. What would Hermione do? Ask him questions? What questions?
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He moves the teapot to the small table, doubling back for cups and saucers.
"Certainly there is a mystery. I only wonder what will happen when we reach the end of it."
He sets out two cups and saucers, eases himself into a chair and thinks. The mystery is, of course, appealing. Yet sometimes it fills him with a sense of dread, too. So much death. So much more death to come, he's sure.
"If you encountered Matthias, the White Wanderer, what would you do?"
Kamala had, had spoken to him free of all the groups little theories and asked her own questions. What would Hermione do? Ask him questions? What questions?