Chapter 325: Where Regulus Belongs [bonus]
The Apparition landing wore a different face from last time.
On his last visit the morning mist had hung thin as gauze, gone the moment the sun touched it, and the sea wind had carried a warm, salty breath, only dew on the blades of grass.
Now it was late December, the mist thick as a grey wall shoved straight up off the water, visibility under twenty meters.
White frost coated the grass, crunching underfoot, every step leaving a dark print.
The glass roofs of the greenhouses in the distance had iced over, blurred in the fog, the sun not yet up, the sky a grey-blue.
Regulus was wrapped in a dark, heavy wool robe, a thick black cloak thrown over it, hood down.
Baruk poked his head out from the inner pocket, felt the cold wind, and pulled straight back in with a grudging click.
"Young Mr. Black."
Agnes came up the side of the stone path, her stride quick as ever, gravel crunching lightly under her feet.