The day ran by fast in Remus' presence, but alas, the boy had to go back home by nightfall.
His departure marked the return of that acrid taste in Arabella's mouth. That constant, bitter citric flavor that stung the inner walls of her stomach.
"How is she now? Any developpement?" she turned to Silas as they walked the hallway leading back to the foyer where the main staircase lay.
"The same," he shook his head, refusing to meet her pleading gaze.
A long and heavy sigh escaped her, although when they finally reached the stairs, her eyes widened momentarily, earning her the outlook of someone who'd just remembered something they had to do, "Oh! I wish to spend some more time at the library,"
"Perhaps after dinner," he half asked, "You could come down with Ada if she wants to as well,"
"Right! Good idea!" she nodded and followed in his steps without further objections.
