Verity hadn't heard another person in the house (save for Carrow) in what seemed like a week. She was having trouble keeping track of the passage of time again, but it was something that she had come to accept in her life. When locked in windowless rooms with inconsistent schedules time became as abstract as it could be, days passing quickly or stretching on for weeks. So when she heard a male voice in the house for a moment she thought she was hallucinating.
She stood and faced the door to her suites. She hadn't been asked to stay confined but there wasa comfortable bed, a window, and an attached bathroom. The elves brought her food regularly and she saw no reason to really venture out. Perhaps she was conditioned from living with Lucas, the thought sort of made her ill, but she liked small spaces now. Facing opening the door seemed daunting but the voice was haunting her and so she turned the handle. A hall stretched outside of her door. Ornate and expensive, hardwoods and large paintings.
When the elf brought a blond boy up the stairs she immedeately saw Lucas in his face and whimpered quietly, backing away but not bothering to run into her room. There were no safe places anymore. As she stared her mind started to decipher the differences from Lucas' face. The images, reality and imagination flicked before her. But when he spoke, his voice scared, she blinked, seeming to snap back into reality.
She was breathing heavily now, more alert and focused. She glanced around, trying to decide what her options were though she was sure they were few. "What- what are you doing here. I remember you." She was shaking, she knew but she tried to look and stand proud and confident, she tried to be the girl she was on the journals.