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[Oh god, why is this thing still alive? Shouldn't it have faded away with the event? It's a small apartment that offers few places for a person, or even a small animal, to hide; nevertheless, Victor looks around like he's half-expecting to find one of Hogwarts' ghosts next. Or a doppelganger with Elena's face.
The time it takes him to glance away is all the cat needs to abandon the bed and jump to a new piece of furniture scattered with books and articles of clothing he hadn't gotten around to putting away.]
Hey.
[Victor approaches, arms out like a net in case it should try to jump past him, giving him a chance to grab it. How did this bloody animal even get in here?]
Get down from there.
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which leads, through toil and hate, to fame’s serene abode