18 – Research
They sat in quiet camaraderie in Rosalee's spice shop – not frantically searching through the pages, because their initial burst of activity had long since worn off. Now they were tired but settled in for a long search, with a stack of books from Nick's trailer still waiting for them on the table.
Occasionally one of them would sit up straighter and say something like 'Oh, maybe… uh. Nah.' and slump back down into their chair.
Nick's face slid into look of incredulity whenever he came across some strange or horrible peace of information. Monroe sometimes frowned or made a sarcastic remark 'oh, that's nice. Of course they would cut off his head.' And Rosalee sighed and smiled and frowned and turned the pages eagerly.
And Harry, Harry felt his heart beating in his throat in something akin to panic. He focused on the words on the page – on the drawings of the unfamiliar Wesen and the dry and sometimes bloody explanations that went with them.
He swallowed hard and tried not to remember the times he had spent with Hermione hovering over him and Ron in the library while they researched the newest danger or weirdness to haunt his steps.
Word Count: 200
