Shady

Ky hesitated. She… shouldn’t tell him. “He… um… didn’t offer a name.” That was factually true. “Honestly wasn’t super helpful. But did say that much.”

“Um…” she nodded. “They weren’t super helpful but did suggest that… also said that they could go through closed doors but not locked. So… there’s that.”

“They…” she sighed. “Think I should ask around and talk to more of the older ghosts. Apparently they’re more superstitious and if there’s a way to force any of the ...

She noticed him notice and realized it was a mistake but didn’t acknowledge it. Instead she strode toward the desk. “So I think it…” how did she want to lead ...

“Oh… thank you…” she shut the door behind herself and locked it despite herself. “I’m not sure any of this is helpful but I found these. Figured we could start ...

Ky pushed the door open and peered inside, doing a quick scan of the room despite herself before her gaze landed on Gaius. Good. At least Michael wasn't here. "Hey."

She took a deep breath and knocked.

She needed to figure out the basics before she went back to the office, though she mosied that way. Was she going to tell him about Septimus? Was she going ...

Ky shuffled down the hall, dread building in her gut. She didn't at all know what to do. And she didn't know who she could ask. Clearly she wasn't trusting ...

Ky decided to take her good old-fashioned time, the epitome of being conflicted. She shouldn't go back to Gaius. Not until she figured things out on her own. And yet ...

Ky watched him for a moment longer then turned back towards the door and started towards it, not at all enjoying what she felt in that moment.

"Mm." She considered him another moment, trying to gauge whether he actually regretted anything at all. He didn't seem like he did.

"Mm?" Ky asked, turning back to him. Absolutely not. If he wanted to make a proper apology, she'd seriously consider passing it along. But he wasn't going to reap the ...

"...yeah." She took another book and then took a step towards the door, not at all sure of herself. Her better sense was chastising her. She really ought to be ...

Ky pulled another book onto the stack in her arms, taking a moment. She really disliked this man. And yet she was being needlessly rude. She was only being this ...