“But if I wasn’t here with you, I’d have to be home and home is the worst place to be in a time of crisis.” She was here because she wanted to be, not because she was required to be. That seemed like an important distinction to make.@MAEVE MCLAGGEN
Being inside helped, there was less wind and les oppressive sort of cold, the chill in the air was still unmistakeable though. It also just felt – cold. She remembered the castle as some place much warmer, much more pleasant, much more welcoming. Even now when it was full again, people breathing life back into it, it felt devoid of anything related to the living. It was cold and I was broken. And it made her uncomfortable. And the idea of entering the Great Hall made it that much worse, but she made the turn and walked that way anyways, past the great staircase and through the grand doors, unsure what she was meant to expect.
This wasn’t it though.
There were tents pitched beneath the enchanted sky, swirling with the ugly gray that accompanied snowstorms. Not for protection, but for privacy. People were sitting around make-shift tables playing exploding snap, others were laid up on cots reading or napping. It seemed like it might’ve been fun at some point before the novelty of it all wore off. But it seemed that the novelty had certainly worn off now.
“Afternoon, gentleman.” She said to a pair of men who looked up and over at them when they walked inside. “Healer contingent from St. Mungo’s.” She clarified for them, they were clearly not interested in outsiders interrupting their days, even in their makeshift homes. One of them turned away, then the other shrugged and turned away as well. “Would either of you care to enlighten us as to where we might be needed?” She probed, honestly unsure if either if the was going to tunr around.