It was easier to hide. Marina’s death had yet to reach the knowledge of the general public. It had been an open and shut affair. The door had been shut on the paparazzi before they’d had a chance to get a picture. As far as anyone was concerned, it hadn’t happened. Something was bound to be said soon though. It had to be for it was rare that Viktor was seen in Berlin without his wife. It was likely though, that he’d descend to the south and stay in Munich until the winter months – that was if Arlene and Kalina were prepared to let him go. They weren’t though so they were left with two choices. Either Viktor remained in Bulgaria or everyone moved to Germany for the time being. It would be nice to have them close or, rather, closer. Munich was awfully far away but then again, Sofia was further. If Elijah had his way then he would have gone home himself and buried his head in the figurative sand.
Ever since he’d found Marina’s diary, Elijah had been entranced by it. The writing alone was enough. The content was something he had yet to peruse. Elijah was content with just looking at the calligraphy that decorated the pages. He was happy to stare at the pictures that had been tucked into the creases of the book. It was an entirely new experience for him and although he’d read little, he believed strongly that he’d gotten to know his mother a lot more already. She was still as distant as ever but he felt closer to her somehow. It wasn’t until this night that he really began to study what she was writing. Having read the page she’d ripped out and placed in the locket once more, Elijah began to read from the first date in the book, the day after the one she’d written in the locket page. It felt so strange to observe his mother this way. Dead she may have been and estranged she was for most of his childhood and then teenage years. Elijah knew deep down, though, that something was wrong. The woman writing was not the woman that openly scorned him, the woman that had hit him in St. Mungo’s knowing full well he’d just been tortured.
When Cecilia’s owl appeared at the window, Elijah was less than impressed. He opened the window to it and allowed it to fly in. It dumped the letter onto the bed before flying out of the window once more. Elijah sighed and picked his letter opener up off of his bedside table. He opened the letter and scanned it before chucking it down on his bed. Elijah contemplated returning to the book that was waiting for him but instead he decided to go and see his sister. He didn’t want to, he saw no point to it seeing as she was being idiotic in thinking that he would remember their mother any better than she could. He didn’t. At all. All he saw was the woman that was unlocking herself to him and Elijah didn’t know what to say about that.
When Elijah arrived at the tower his sister was in, he found that she wasn’t alone. With his satchel slung over his shoulder and the book wedged between a sketchbook and a man-eating Care of Magical Creature’s textbook, he felt better. “I take it I am not needed then?” Elijah asked dryly, secretly glad she had company that would relieve him of his duty to her.
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