when preparation meets opportunity
Time: Early morning, 22nd of March Place: House of Bones Status: Closed, for @efachittock
Edgar had been mulling over the List all night through, trying to come up with a possible plan, but his mind refused to cooperate. Every word he jotted down seemed awry, the light refused to be quite right, and he kept having to turn around to see if the door was closed or open. So eventually he decided to take a break and make some breakfast.
He’d just exited the office on the first floor, when he saw a head of mesmerizing blonde hair float through the living hall below. He leaned over the balustrade and called: “Miss Chittock?” His voice carrying only just enough volume to reach her. “Do you have a minute?” He’d been looking for her.
