He appears and dials the same number he has always dialed, the number he has grown to hate seeing.
“Yes?”, the person on the other end snaps.
He grits his teeth but doesn’t let his emotions show in his voice. “Are you ready to listen to what I have for you?”.
“Speak!”. The person orders and he feels the sudden urge to strangle the person’s neck. ‘Soon, you’ll get to do so soon’, he assures himself, calming himself to narrate all that went down in the common room.
“Apparently, they have a map leading to the location of Lycaon and Queen Mera”.
“Are you sure about this? Hundred percent sure?”.
“I know what I heard”, he responds dryly. “She said she found the map in a chest her mother hid under her- Maisie’s- bed”.
“That bïtch of a woman! Should have killed her when I had the chance”, t
