Finding what is lost

The next morning came too soon, and a bleary and red eyed Basilisk rubbed sleep from his eyes as he crawled out of his warm coat. Despite his restless night, he couldn’t sleep into the day when there was so much to do. It seemed if anyone would know where Charlie might have gone for materials, it would be Ignita.

He felt… more than a little foolish now that he had cooled off, and relieved that he hadn’t jeopardised his relationship with Hazel. He wasn’t sure how this would affect their interactions going forward, but he needed her help. He knocked on her door. “Ignita, are you up? I need to go over some things regarding Charlie with you.” He said to the closed door.