he never forgot a face -- he might not be the most effectiveĀ with names, but a face was something he easily tucked away and the second her saw her, this wasnāt a name he struggled with -- grace tuft, last of her family. wizengamot seat holder. it had been splashed across the papers so carelessly, he would be a fool if he didnāt recognize the girl. one short of an annihilated line -- fate had been kind for to her for a moment, he couldnāt help but wonder how quickly till that faded --Ā
āgrace tuft, isnāt it?ā not a stranger to playing dumbĀ as he burrowed his hands in his pocket, plastering that sympathetic smile she needed to see so easily,Ā āyour loss -- i canāt imagineā as solemn as society expected it, every word resonating the heavy heartĀ hat he was supposed to have. when in reality - he couldnāt imagine how they had been so careless, if he had a say -- it wouldnāt have been handled till the summer, the job was clearly not done. she was proof of their failure.Ā
@gracetuftāā
