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A/N: Sorry about the extremely short chapter. I just wanted it to end with Andy and Draco, and there wasn't much in-between. I'm updating as fast as I can. I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as me; I'm having so much fun writing this. Enjoy!
Chapter 8
"Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life."
-Eleanor Roosevelt
Emeline could not get her mind off of Andy Potter. She didn't think he even told her his last name, it just sort of came to her. She was playing chess with Castor but her mind wandered very often and always led her back to mossy green eyes. If it hadn't been for Andy messing up her head, she was sure she would have beaten Castor at least once. He was one hell of a chess player!
They had been talking too, and with everything that had happened to her today she suddenly found herself in an extreme state of exhaustion. Her head fell slowly as her hair cascaded off her shoulder, and then she heard him,
'Em? Do you hear me? I need you to come out now; your Dad wants to tell both of us something. I know you're here.'
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Now Castor was confused. First, in a perfectly entertaining conversation about a tablet of runes that had just been discovered around the Mediterranean, his 'captive' had started to doze off. All of a sudden, her head jerked back up, and she smiled serenely at Castor.
"Andy's looking for me. I knew he'd come. We have to go see him."
He didn't need to be told twice. "Let's go then!"
Emeline grabbed his hand, and led him through the worn wooden door back into the … uh oh.
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Andy had felt her. "She's been here, sir. Castor told me about this door he found the other day. They're probably hiding in there."
"I'm still a bit confused. She's hiding? I thought she was kidnapped."
"I'm still not quite sure about this, but I hear her sometimes. Like, she tells me how she's feeling. It's really weird… but I know she isn't hurt, she isn't really scared and she wants to beat Castor at chess."
Draco laughed. Whether it was true or not, it certainly relieved some tension. Andy was right, though, it was weird. Was he telepathic, or something? If he was, why did he seem so confused about it? "Ok, ok. So where is this door, then?"
Andy stopped dead in his tracks. "It is… was… right here." He pointed at a perfectly bare slab of stone wall.
