four - place the moon at my eyes

[kingsroads]

[ the post goes up late Thursday, into the evening hours. and MAN is Strange so thankful for this magical journal system. He really doesn't want to have to write this multiple times. ]

One of our new visitors is an enchanter of some sort. He has cursed me and trapped Sabriel.

Francis, McGonagall, I shall need your help. I cannot save Sabriel alone. Likewise, I will need to help of any new magicians who might have arrived with the visitors. As I cannot tell the new magicians this myself, I am relying on the rest of the ship's crew to pass on this message as I cannot myself. Please meet me at my room—the proper one, not my cursed apartment.

Persson, Sheehan, I have a question of you. How can one dream up an item they had back home? Does it work the same as the communal dream of Goodsir and Jopson's rooms or can I do this by myself? I know the item's properties perfectly as I created it myself, I simply need it here. Do not come to me in person, simply respond with your journal.

As for the rest of the ship, I need a mirror and something dead—flowers, perhaps? Please leave them outside my door if you have them. There is a spell I can still cast, a spell to see what my enemy is doing. I do not know who my enemy is but the enchanter hurt Sabriel. Undoubtedly he is my enemy and undoubtedly he is on this ship.

Stay safe.

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[kingsroads]

Strange brightens with pleasure at the use of his first name. He says a few words, voice still completely missing thanks to the spell, but the shape of his mouth moving shows them plain and clear. Thank you, James. Strange steps back, this time with steady feet and no trace of a limp, as he gestures to the room around him. He is here. Where else would he be?

His eyes linger on Sabriel's portrait for a moment. I am sorry for the delay, he thinks, but I needed a steady hand. And now we both know this man is more broken than either of us realized. Do not worry. I shall return you to me soon.

Strange returns to Fitzjames and, with a small smile, gestures for him to leave the room.

[endofvanity]

Fitzjames doesn't want to leave. He opens the door, and before he steps outside, says, "I am here. Call—" no. "Strike the door if you need me."

[kingsroads]

Strange gives Fitzjames a reassuring and grateful smile before he nods. He then turns back to his room and the mess of papers on the floor. He needs to finish this.