February 26th, 1891 - Londonderry, Ireland
The muggles seemed to have no intentions of letting them sleep tonight; the doors along the upstairs were rigged to slam, as were, creatively, some of the windows. Every once in a while they could hear the distant sound of someone whispering - they hadn't yet figured out where the muggles had placed the phonograph, and it was perhaps in the walls, but they hadn't managed to figure it out yet. Cash had nearly forgotten his earlier weird brain moment; or, he could pretend he had forgotten about it for as long as they were focused on figuring out all the house's weird little mysteries, which had been occupying them for a while now.
They'd wound their way up to the third floor of the manor, which was mostly the preserved bedrooms of the children (if they had ever been real) and the nanny (see: children.) Cash checked his pocketwatch at the top of the stairs, and saw that it was nearly two o'clock - time had been passing more quickly in the house than he expected.
"Muggles believe in that whole witching hour thing, right?" Cash said, coming to a stop a few steps away from the stairs and glancing over his shoulder at Greengrass. "I wonder if things are about to get a little more chaotic."
They'd wound their way up to the third floor of the manor, which was mostly the preserved bedrooms of the children (if they had ever been real) and the nanny (see: children.) Cash checked his pocketwatch at the top of the stairs, and saw that it was nearly two o'clock - time had been passing more quickly in the house than he expected.
"Muggles believe in that whole witching hour thing, right?" Cash said, coming to a stop a few steps away from the stairs and glancing over his shoulder at Greengrass. "I wonder if things are about to get a little more chaotic."
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