The meowing in his ears now sounds like crying. Like an impenetrable sadness that Strange cannot place. It sounds to him like the cry of sadness he made, when he looked over Arabella's body and accepted that she was gone. It is not coming from McGonagall but it is, just as it is not coming from him (though it is) and it is not coming from Sabriel (though it is).
Strange blinks a little as he looks up at McGonagall, trying to push past the sadness in his eyes and in her...heart? Whiskers? It might be both of those, it is hard to place.
He takes the quill and starts to write.
Protecting the others might be best. He has already hurt those close to me and I suspect he will attempt to harm others. You are as strong a magician as I, possibly even more so. I am certain you will keep them safe no matter what happens to me.
Because if this happens like it happened back home, circling in on itself, events repeating, then Strange knows it will not end well for him. There's a pause before he takes the paper back and scratches in,
I am sorry about your children?apprentices? kittens.
None of the words feel right, though, and he can't help but look at the paper with a quizzical frown.
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Date: 2020-07-18 02:14 am (UTC)Strange blinks a little as he looks up at McGonagall, trying to push past the sadness in his eyes and in her...heart? Whiskers? It might be both of those, it is hard to place.
He takes the quill and starts to write.
Protecting the others might be best. He has already hurt those close to me and I suspect he will attempt to harm others. You are as strong a magician as I, possibly even more so. I am certain you will keep them safe no matter what happens to me.
Because if this happens like it happened back home, circling in on itself, events repeating, then Strange knows it will not end well for him. There's a pause before he takes the paper back and scratches in,
I am sorry about your
children?apprentices?kittens.None of the words feel right, though, and he can't help but look at the paper with a quizzical frown.