I’m right, you’re wrong. They don’t call me a Seer for nothing.
Fletcher watched the Ravenclaw approach. Patiently waited for her to get to where he stood. All the more patiently waited for a greeting that would not be coming if her silence was indication of anything.
Very well.
The man glanced down at his watch, then over to the locked door they may or may not end up going through at this rate. He spared the young girl a glance before looking to the box again. They could keep this silence up as long as they needed to but it wouldn't be getting her anywhere any time soon.
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