𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 when they disappear 」

   "The locket," Pamela spoke, squeezing the burn on her palm. "Are you really that dense?" She jeered, that smirk seemed to have gotten wider. "Who do you think told Adelaide to get it? She'd have never done something like this off her own back." Eleanor immediately narrowed her eyes at that statement, snatching her arm out of her grasp. That was it, she needed to go talk to him.

   Throwing the powder after shouting the location, she felt someone reach out for her. It was Pamela trying to stop her but she hadn't been quick enough. And within seconds, Eleanor had disappeared. Her vision blurred and she was engulfed in the green flames. And when she arrived at her location, it was rather dark for the daytime and the place was completely empty...

   Of course, it was, he did nothing but ruin the memory of her mother. At this point, only her grave would be left standing. Not only that, everything from her childhood was gone, completely erased from the home. Just the dulling wallpaper and freshly varnished floors with the dents and scratches of what used to be there that remained.

   "Rox?" She called into the darkness. There was no answer. Now that was odd, he never left this place without her. And that's how she knew that they were gone.

   "Eleanor?" The voice of her father called back and the girl froze. He was the reason she was there but she couldn't help the dread that swirled inside of her. Sweat had begun to clam up her hands as her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she moved towards the voice.

   Of course, he was in his office. The only thing here that was still perfectly preserved. She pushed the door open slowly, bracing herself for what's to come. It was weird entering this room, she had never been allowed in as a child. He always had some kind of meeting. But she wasn't a child anymore and as she entered, the girl raised her head in confidence as her anger became visible on her features.

   "I should've known you'd be so quick to get rid of the last of my mother." Eleanor sneered as soon as she walked in, capturing the man's attention. The mention of Florence was in fact his only weakness.

"Eleanor." He huffed, placing down his quill as he stood up. Yet, she didn't change her stance. No lip quiver, no flaring of her nostrils as she stopped the tears flooding to her eyes, no drop of the head. She stared at him blankly, nothing but an empty void behind those dazzling eyes.

   "No. I'm done with your lying, and your riddles, and your secrets. All they've ever done is rip lives apart. I just want the truth." She told the man bluntly, trying not to lose her cool even though she felt so aggravated underneath it all.

   "And what would that be?" Conan asked flatly as he folded his arms across his chest, a subtle face-off with his daughter.

   "How about your little notes in the paper? All those missing muggleborns. Emma and Louis, I know you took them too. What are you doing with them and the bookkeeper? Let's start there shall we." Eleanor spoke with a sarcastic grin as that anger was hard to keep contained, she had to let it out in other ways.

   "As much as I admire you using the skills I gave you, I've left nothing to you in the papers. You tend to forget that you have a lot of enemies now because you refuse to keep your mouth closed." He uttered, leaning on his desk as he watched his daughter. Though Conan was a horrible man, Eleanor knew he wasn't a liar. He'd be so quick to gloat about his brilliance. "And for those missing muggleborns, they're given a choice. They're in their rightful places."