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Nothing about that sounded good, the Voldemort bit or the concept of total order. As much as he liked things in line, it was more of a convenience of organization. Things like progress and change were essential for life, to avoid stagnation.

Things had to change.

"I know you've been here-" he paused to think on it, "A very long time. But to me, to us in Ashdown, you've not been gone so long." She'd been called it seemed, to fulfill her role. Was there a turning poing? "What's changed? What's coming? Why so many people coming here and getting- abilities?"

Did her being here make a difference, or simply fill the role she'd been handed? Was the evil truly being held at bay?

"That's an... interesting way to put it," There was a wry smirk on his lips but Algie simply shook his head. He couldn't think of anything else he wanted to ask and she'd been so.. accomodating. The author stood then, brushed his pants off a moment, and approached to offer his hand for Heliodora's. It was more of a polite goodbye but he had a warm gentle touch.

"I think I should leave you be," Alg smiled gently, "Do you know where you friends are? How I can find them? Perhaps Doe first?"

And as an after thought, "Is there anything I can do for you? Or bring you?" He knew it wasn't likely. She probably didn't even require company but he'd offer it. Alg had felt slightly bound to her through her book, and even if he wasn't sure that she was the same girl he'd seen in the memories, there was some burden of responsibility he hoped he could help her with. It was alot for a girl, even if she wasn't quite a girl anymore.

"Will I find them like I found you?" Simply wanting to.

The request for a book was met with a genuine smile. He placed her hand between his own and gave it a squeeze before stepping back, "I happen to have a whole set of books you can read."

"Ah-" He pushed his glasses up and looked around, "You don't happen to know how I can get back do you? To my Ashdown?"

Algie snorted at the choice word, concerned mildly that the other two were compared to Pax and found worse, Pax the thing that had torched and scarred Jeremiah.

Lovely.

"I'll take your word for it." And he totally did it, three heel clicks- "There's no place like home."

And he was in the alley behind the shop, with his books and his chinese leftovers in their plastic carry out bag.