approaches from the lifts, his own robes thrown on haphazardly Riddle. Talk to me.

doesn't turn She didn't come back.

pause It's been twenty-four hours?

Twenty-six.

voice lower We've put tracking teams on it. Pansy and Blaise are out gathering her team—they'll account for everyone who went in that forest with her.

finally turns, his eyes dark You think that matters?

grips his shoulder firmly Then we do it the old way. We walk that forest tree by tree until we find something.

quietly I knew. This morning, I knew something was wrong. And I let her go anyway.