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PattyH. 
He had his bag on his back. He had packed his other belongs with a wave of his wand; surely someone would send them back to London once the letter he had left had reached the Headmaster. Everything that rushed past him was a blur, he leapt from landing to landing, and the only thing he knew was real was the letter in his hand the letter that had reached him by owl less than half an hour ago….
Patroclus,
Mother and Father’s boat has been found, burnt to ashes in a harbour in Istanbul. Durukan, father’s Turkish counterpart just informed me that they never arrived at his home, that no one had seen them since they returned to Greece after putting you on the train.
Something is wrong.
Be ready. I am coming for you.
Prometheus
He was ready; Patroclus had all he cared about with him, his wand, his photos of Pandora and Pollux; however there was something that he cared about that he couldn’t bag into his bag, and he needed to find her.
He ran down the third floor corridor, screeching to a halt, before turning onto the moving staircase, which to his intense dislike began to move.
Destiny hated the moving staircases, she really did.
It seemed like the more she tried to avoid them, the more she found herself actually on them. And today was one of those days.
However, there were two reasons why she all of a sudden didn't mind being on them. Having the staircases switch up on her delayed the HORROR of sitting in the library where she was headed AND the switched up staircases put her face to face with the person she most wanted to see; Patroclus. It seemed like forever since she had seen him and she hadn't realized how much she missed him.
A smile made it's way onto her face as she clung onto the banister and slooooowly made her way closer to him. But it soon faltered as she took a good look at him.
"Patroclus?"
Sweet Merlin!
It was hard to talk and hold onto the banister for dear life.