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imperturbatus2016-11-28 11:06 pm
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7th Sparkle is Research
Library, all time, all days
[It took a while for Yogi to decide what he wanted to do. After Halloween he really needed to sort through his thoughts and decide what he wanted to do with the things he learned. That he was an actual orphan, for one. And the son of a deceased former Nordic Minister of Magic for the other. But that's pretty much the only clues he has, because the letter he received from Hirato about a week ago, had been cryptic as ever.
There's only one thing he can do now, which is, stop hiding behind excuses and search for the truth himself. The question was, however, if he wants the truth.
It takes him weeks to accept it, but he does.
Which is why he walks monday morning in, right before his first lesson and asks whether there's an archive for old issues of the Daily Prophet. He's lucky, there is one. Which is where he stands now. Shelves and shelves of Daily Prophets, as far as he can see. It would be impossible to dig out each and every of them. He doesn't even know, if there's anything in there he can use. He needs to narrow down his search. All he knows is, that he had been 10, when Hirato and Tsukitachi found him and the first real memory he has, after the weeks - maybe months - that are a blur of color and surround sound in his head (probably shortly after he lost his memory), is that first Christmas he spent with his foster dads. So anything that happened, it must have happened between February and December, 8 years ago.
He sighs in defeat. This will still take weeks. He really should learn for NEWTs instead.
He pulls out the issues from the first February week of that year, finds a sunny corner and starts reading.]
[It took a while for Yogi to decide what he wanted to do. After Halloween he really needed to sort through his thoughts and decide what he wanted to do with the things he learned. That he was an actual orphan, for one. And the son of a deceased former Nordic Minister of Magic for the other. But that's pretty much the only clues he has, because the letter he received from Hirato about a week ago, had been cryptic as ever.
There's only one thing he can do now, which is, stop hiding behind excuses and search for the truth himself. The question was, however, if he wants the truth.
It takes him weeks to accept it, but he does.
Which is why he walks monday morning in, right before his first lesson and asks whether there's an archive for old issues of the Daily Prophet. He's lucky, there is one. Which is where he stands now. Shelves and shelves of Daily Prophets, as far as he can see. It would be impossible to dig out each and every of them. He doesn't even know, if there's anything in there he can use. He needs to narrow down his search. All he knows is, that he had been 10, when Hirato and Tsukitachi found him and the first real memory he has, after the weeks - maybe months - that are a blur of color and surround sound in his head (probably shortly after he lost his memory), is that first Christmas he spent with his foster dads. So anything that happened, it must have happened between February and December, 8 years ago.
He sighs in defeat. This will still take weeks. He really should learn for NEWTs instead.
He pulls out the issues from the first February week of that year, finds a sunny corner and starts reading.]
no subject
[He had gone to sit down for the time being, unsure of what to really say, but he figured he might as well still try and help if he could since he didn't need to study or anything right now.]
Are you looking through all pages, or just the front?
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I'll try that, thank you. And yes, I'm looking through all the pages.
[Nothing less would make sense, and he's as desperate for a clue, as he is anxious.]
no subject
Well looks like this newspaper yields nothing anyway. How many more have you got left?