Who: merope and regulus p. black
Where: the dungeons
When: August 12, 3000
Why: Maybe, he's curious?
Merope, having spent a week nearly alone with the exception of Regulus, felt substantially better but her voice hadn't returned to her. At this time of night, she was wondering in her lonesome, watching as the scenery until she saw the stairs leading back to the dungeons. A sigh passed through her pale, pink lips and she moved down them.
This time she wasn't dressed down or anything, a simple pair of plain pyjama pants and a girlish tank top over her abdomen and upper body. Merope's walk was relaxed and free from problems, a part of her didn't really want to slip back into the darkness but that's where Salazar thought she should be. Quietly, she slipped into a room and disappeared as she stood by a lone window that shined her shadow through.