Kell gives him a ragged nod and turns to the wall. His left arm is a ruin, and Kell turns to his right, hesitating a moment before he presses the knife down to slice deep. Blood doesn't well this time, it pours, and he presses the feather to the wall.
He can feel it now, a sturdiness beneath his touch that is more than wooden paneling. He can't reach through, because there is nothing to find, but Sirius' strangled plea haunts him. He tries again, and again, and the wall remains as solid and unforgiving as steel.
"Sirius," Kell exhales, fighting to stay upright, "He's not here. There's nothing."
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Date: 2016-10-21 11:52 pm (UTC)He can feel it now, a sturdiness beneath his touch that is more than wooden paneling. He can't reach through, because there is nothing to find, but Sirius' strangled plea haunts him. He tries again, and again, and the wall remains as solid and unforgiving as steel.
"Sirius," Kell exhales, fighting to stay upright, "He's not here. There's nothing."