walden!
Ralph's logical side had shut off and closed down for nearing two weeks now. And, within that time, he had been thinking about... well, a lot of things. Ninety percent of them had been centered around Miranda in one way or another, while the rest of the time had been devoted to thinking how he could make Walden MacNair pay for what he did. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), it was obvious that he would never be a conniving kind of person able to plot in that kind of way. So, it only left Ralph with two options: just let it go and unchecked like he always had, or actually react to what happened.
Very quickly, deciding to finally react was the only way he could deal with what happened. It was stupid and reckless, no doubt an act he would regret later in life but --- this attack on Miranda could not be ignored. Ralph couldn't let it go like he usually would, because this wasn't a usual attack like so many before had been. Walden so obviously wanted to attract his attention, so, fine here he was.
It hadn't taken long for him to figure out where MacNair lived, and Ralph traveled there with surprising speed and calmness. He hadn't told Miranda where he was going when he had left, and honestly, he had no intention of ever telling her if he could. Clutching his wand tightly under his coat, Ralph's other hand reached up to bang loudly on the front door.
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