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Theodore Nott (fiadornott) wrote in pandorarpg,

Theodore had been watching the strange interaction for a period and had even preceded the collection of eyes that lingered upon them. He had always an interest in strange occurences and this was as odd as they did come. He had of course heard what the hysterical man, who now had the name of Zarkin Frood.

He had gone to the cauldron shop to replace his old desktop iron cauldron with something that can handle higher capacity potion brewing. But as he left the store he encountered the raving madman and someone he recognized as an alumni of his house. He paid attention between their exchange but soon noticed that she was starting to become unsteady herself...very anxious. Well of course, the madman was raving about something that would be frightening to any mother. That part made him at least somewhat compelled to act. There was something about mothers protecting their young that struck a chord with him, after all. And secondly, he wondered, what exactly this Frood character was referring to. Was it his dreams? Was it his reality?

He had approached, and walked past Samara with his usual detached confidence and addressed Frood. "Mr. Frood," he said in a startlingly calm tone that wildly contrasted with Samara's near hysterics and Frood's keening.