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He blinked as Emmeline pushed herself into his arms. Naturally, Caradoc slipped his arms loosely around her to rest his chin on the top of her head. A long sigh escaped him, feeling Emmeline’s numb depression wash over him. It wasn’t exactly how he had wanted to feel now permanently back, but it was difficult to ignore.

While no news was usually a good thing, in this case it had the opposite effect. Nothing had progressed about the people that he cared about-- person. Half of him wished he was under house arrest; at least then he could blame someone as to why he wasn’t helping. But there was literally nothing he could do. He had little to no connections, zero leads (because of the no connections) and had no control over the situation at all to help. Dumbledore had even visited himself to reiterate how important it was that Caradoc stay hidden. No need to make his presence known yet. But this fact alone was trying his patience, pushing his limits of only being able to go out in form. Emmeline must have noticed his absence, which was something else he needed to thread carefully with.

Emmeline did not need to know he was leaving the house for long stretches of time. Reminding himself of this, Caradoc spoke lowly, his gaze focusing on the opposite wall. “Anymore?” His tone came out in an amused manner, and he whistled whips of air into her hair. “You think childhood taste is better than the one you have now?”