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Paige was still acutely aware of the Auror, but it was always difficult dividing her attention when Aboli was present. Perhaps it was the manner in which their empathy resonated in one another, but the former Hufflepuff was more willing to accept that it was her fondness for the girl that made it so. But soon guilt rolled around in her stomach like an unwelcomed guest when she took the university student's hand and quickly dropped it. It was all Paige could do to offer a small look of apology to her.
She had been trying, but she felt even more vulnerable and out of control with her heart than ever before.
Mouthing a small 'I'm okay' - even if she knew the little girl wouldn't believe her - Paige turned her attention back to Mr. De La Garza with a soft smile. Her heart sank a little despite his words. Remodel. It was in that moment that she realized why she felt so detached upon entering here. Even with her particular sense of touch, she couldn't feel anything. She had more of a connection with the Department of Mysteries really. "Did...they ever figure out who had burned the Prophet down?" she asked, voice a bit distant. That had been a turning point in a lot of ways for daddy. Everything he had worked to build and create...destroyed by a match or a well placed Incendio. Or perhaps something more sinister if whoever it was that had Imperio'd him had come back for one more strike. But the Hufflepuff had not allowed herself to dwell on these thoughts, nor those of revenge - she had far too much else on her mind.
But one thing had become clear to the almost 21-year-old: she would not find the closure she had hoped...because there was none to have. He was gone, and it was a hard pill to swallow that that would never feel like a completed chapter in her life's book.
Her gaze drifted to Ziggy for a moment, hoping that the look in her eyes would convey her inner turmoil - although the shimmer that was certain to assist with that cause - and then looked back to Mr. De La Garza. "He...was the one who started me on origami when I was little..." And the reason the title of her poetry book had changed from Moonflower to Paper Flowers, because of his influence. Because those had been the last words he had spoken to her. "Was just wondering if...perhaps...with some old Prophets from the time he served as Editor-in-Chief here if...I could fold some to keep? As a decoration?" Just a simple single string to hang from one corner of the office.
And maybe eventually she would find the strength to write something about her father for the Prophet. EVen if it took the one year anniversary of his passing for her to finally put her quill to parchment on the matter.
At the arrival of another woman, one of the new journalist she assumed, Paige simply bowed her head and offered a small polite smile.
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