July 2nd, 1888 - Museum of Magical Miscellany

Zelda's heart started thumping a little too fast the moment she stepped inside the museum. This was a bad idea, and - she knew it. She ought to go home and sleep; she had in fact been asked to leave MA&C for the rest of the day, having been working at least twelve hours a day and being constantly on-call for what seemed like ages. National disasters left something to be desired in the form of free time and rest. So her hair was a little frizzed and there were shadows under her eyes, and still she decided to walk from the Ministry to the Museum.

She didn't even know if he was here today.

Zelda paid for entry anyways. She liked the museum; if she did not run into him then she would only be a little bit disappointed. Probably. She walked through the exhibit halls without much engagement until she reached the offices, where - surely - the perhaps-Avalon artifacts were held.

Zelda sat down on one of the benches and fiddled with the end of her braid. It was at some point in her first ten minutes of sitting there, hoping that Mr. Darrow would appear, that she fell asleep, head tipping forward at an awkward angle.

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