February 19th, 1891 — Ministry Offices

The bards of ancient Greece looked into the skies and the gathering storm clouds and saw the goddess Nephele - a storm cloud made flesh. Today, as she whirled through the ministry offices, in her grey satin day dress, Nephele Lestrange embodied every bit of her name sake. 'Where is she?' Nelphele. The clerk knew better than to stand in her way and pointed to an office door and as she got closer, the young man had the good sense to scramble to his feet and beat the wife of Priam Lestrange to the door, opening it ahead of her. Priam had gone off with Mister Greyback to hear the details of what had happened to their daughter, and hopefully her missing cousin - that information could wait for Nephele. For right now the only thing that mattered was her daughter.

'Agape?' she called before she even made it across the threshold of the room, desperate to see the child she had lost home. She hadn't slept in days, her eyes were ringed with grey, she was exhausted, but she needed to assure herself that her child was whole.

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