Some poor mad Tom roving the heath

[livingspare]

Cedric was expecting, really, to go home, when he vanished. And perhaps he had, but he hadn't gone back to their flat, or even the place he'd been when he disappeared. The place looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember ever really having been here before. It was a large house, almost a manor, much like the Malfoy's, but wasn't - it felt

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[nomonoliths]

The raised voices emerging from it ought to have been familiar - one of the accents was off, and they were both older, but neither Alexei nor Demetria had ever been easily mistaken for anyone else.

The door opened abruptly and then slammed shut again behind Demetria, storming out without sparing a glance for the wizard she didn't recognize walking toward her home; let Alexei deal with it, it was likely someone for him in any case, and he was coming out after her-

-well, almost, he came as far as the porch and immediately rethought whatever it was he'd been planning to shout after his wife when he caught sight of a dead man he'd been at school with, and nearly dropped the glass in his hand.

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Cedric looked relieved, wary, and then confused in very quick succession.

"Oh, bugger, not again."

Two in a row seemed a bit unfair.

[nomonoliths]

It was Alexei who moved toward him first, presumably unexpectedly. "Diggory?" he asked, with narrowed eyes and more than a hint of wariness - his own wand wasn't far from his hand, although ten minutes ago that had had more to do with Demetria than dead Hogwarts alumni.

At his reaction, curiosity got the better of Demetria and she lingered, a little suspicious.

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His wand stayed in his hand, but lowered, and he raised his empty one, palm out. "Yes, it's me. This is all a trainwreck, isn't it." He noticed Demetria's look - and, moreover, the lack of as much emotion as Alexei was displaying.

That was wrong.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come on purpose."