Snippet #2019727

Wax free and creeping into room Alan made his way towards a desk cluttered with documents, which where caked in layers of dust. He completely forgot about Hazel until her voice pierced the silnce once again. The word doctor rung filmier to him. "Eh, I am currently training at the moment," he responded, almost ashamed of such occupation.

Once again Alan set down the candle to examined the abandoned papers and quills. Unsatisfied with the nonsense he began to shuffle through the small drawers attached to the side of the desk. "Found two tinder boxes, a candle, and..." Alan's thought trailed of when the sight of two freshly stamped letters sat before him. He put down the new supplies and plucked the vanilla colored envelops from the shallow drawer. With the turn of his wrist the doctor inspected the other side of the thin envelops.

He glanced at his arm and back at the envelops, same ink, same names, still wet. "Miss Edgar," Alan didn't dare look away from the envelops.