As the man moved along the hall of the boys rooms, there was the steady sound of footfalls and a tap - his umbrella's tip against the flooring. This certianly isn't the Circus, Mansion Lefèvre, or his own quint little London townhouse. It's entirely too vast and that was saying something given the nature of the Mansion and the Circus. He paused taking that bowler hat off and raking his fingers through his messy black hair. There doesn't seem to be anyone here. It reminded him of how the Circus looked before nightfall. Before the magic took hold and when everyone was at rest - the tents were all still there but closed, the ground occasionally littered but seemingly devoid of life.
"Right..."
He put his hat back on before reaching inside to the innermost breast pocket of his neatly pressed suit. From the depths of his pocket he pulled out a book small book that grew insize until it was normal again and Marco slipped it open. Pages and pages of tree branches, briars, and thorns around names, photos, sketches, various odds and ends - as he flips his confused look morphs into a frown the only deepens as he gets closer to the pristinely blank cream colored pages.
Reaching them he hisses out a soft breath, "What on Earth has happened?" If it wasn't his magic or Celia's could it be Mr. —? No. This didn't seem like his either. He tucked te book back into his pocket shrinking it down once more then idly tugged at a slightly ink-stained sleeve.
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Date: 25 Oct 2022 05:50 (UTC)As the man moved along the hall of the boys rooms, there was the steady sound of footfalls and a tap - his umbrella's tip against the flooring. This certianly isn't the Circus, Mansion Lefèvre, or his own quint little London townhouse. It's entirely too vast and that was saying something given the nature of the Mansion and the Circus. He paused taking that bowler hat off and raking his fingers through his messy black hair. There doesn't seem to be anyone here. It reminded him of how the Circus looked before nightfall. Before the magic took hold and when everyone was at rest - the tents were all still there but closed, the ground occasionally littered but seemingly devoid of life.
"Right..."
He put his hat back on before reaching inside to the innermost breast pocket of his neatly pressed suit. From the depths of his pocket he pulled out a book small book that grew insize until it was normal again and Marco slipped it open. Pages and pages of tree branches, briars, and thorns around names, photos, sketches, various odds and ends - as he flips his confused look morphs into a frown the only deepens as he gets closer to the pristinely blank cream colored pages.
Reaching them he hisses out a soft breath, "What on Earth has happened?" If it wasn't his magic or Celia's could it be Mr. —? No. This didn't seem like his either. He tucked te book back into his pocket shrinking it down once more then idly tugged at a slightly ink-stained sleeve.