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[bloodandflowers]

He doesn't know how much time has passed, only that it's dark again, and the brown bottle he'd magicked from the pub below his rooms is dwindling. Kell throws an arm over his eyes and tries to drift, to stay half asleep where he can't remember why his eyes burn or his chest aches, but the memories of the wedding rise up to claim him all the same.

Just go, Kell, his mind helpfully supplies in Lila's voice, and Kell makes a brief, miserable sound, too worn now to weep anymore. He rolls over and examines his whiskey. After another sleep, he'll have to get more. He takes a gulp of it and puts it down, taking up the ornament Sirius had bought him and nearly been robbed of instead. Kell runs his thumb down its strange edges, holding it loosely as he closes his eyes to chase more oblivion.

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[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius has stormed across the breach no less than five times since first getting stuck there. He's grown more frantic with each visit, his missing wand like a missing limb and Harry--

It's not the other Darrow he heads for now, but Kell's little room. Sirius isn't without all of his magic, but his power is greatly limited without his wand. He's not usually in the habit of asking for help, even when he knows it's necessary, but he's run out of options and finding Harry (and his wand) is far more important than any bit of pride. A large part of him isn't expecting to actually find Kell in the little room anyhow seeing as the last several times Sirius has tried, he's not been in.

But this time he is, stretched out on the little cot against the wall, a bottle sat beside him as he fiddles with the ornament Sirius had got for him only weeks ago.

That gives him a bit of a pause, a little flash of warmth that's quickly subsumed by panic.

"Right, there you are," He doesn't wait for a response, but rather marches right over to grab Kell by the front of his shirt and yank him to his feet. Which is when he notices the miserable look upon his face and he stops short, stomach plummeting. "What's happened?"