No Response

ten : hepzibah's holiday

warning:
— death
— tom 'im troubled' riddle

Ronan Rosier

' i thought once that gods
are the opposite of death,
but i see now—, '

Claribel Yaxley

' —they are more dead than anything,
for they are unchanging,
and can hold nothing in their hands. '
— circe

Bali — Apr 1947

"Greece." She slammed the file down in front of the Knights as they sifted through boxes and boxes within the file management's pretty spacious office. She found it comical how everyone's heads rose at the sound of her voice, and the relief as they all began to relax. Rosier wasn't one of them.

"Sinaga, I take it you mean the locket we've been crouched over, searching for the past week?" He leaned forward in his chair, eyes narrowed whether he was squinting to see her or not, she wasn't sure. His metal framed glasses weren't resting on his nose, yet a red indent lingered on his skin.

"Yes, Ronan." She responded, a little sharper than she intended, "During the period the Confederation occupied Iraq, someone made an interesting trade. A locket of your exact description."

"And, why had the search taken so long? I'm getting a terrible headache simply being in this facility." He pressed, to which Lestari thought that was a stupid question for the bright boy, but nevertheless turned to him.

"Well, the dissolution with Iraq meant all previous information collected was heavily archived. If I were anyone but myself, you wouldn't have it right now." She sighed, "Follow the traces, and... there. Hepzibah Smith is the current holder of the package."

Lestrange picked up the file she dropped and stood up, "Best let Riddle know." He said before enthusiastically exiting the cramped and stuffy room.

"Hm, it was nice knowing you, then." Lestari nodded to the rest of the Knights as they all stood up to leave.