And Lumbridge would mean...
He lost his train of thought as he entered the Varrock castle grounds and the sight of a towering stone building made of grey rocks just as sodden as the rest of the city met his eyes. This castle meant Voldemort he recalled and that invoked a small reaction inside of him.
Opening the castle's front doors took quite some effort in his state, and he almost fell over when they suddenly came open. The swim across the sea had taken alot out of him it seemed. He trudged into the castle, past the variegated rooms and, as the library door came into sight he forced himself into a jog. But as he ran towards the door, it suddenly seemed to retreat away from him. He worked himself into a run, the door retreated faster, shooting off into the distance. What was happening?
And then he collided with something, his head bounced off of wood, blackness danced at the edges of his vision. For a moment he staggered, clutching his head, then he decided sitting down was safer. Glancing up he saw the library door in front of him. Reaching out and touching it proved that it was real. He must have been hallucinating just a second ago. Zezima assumed that was not a good sign.
Banging open the door he staggered through into a quiet room, the only living thing he could see in it a man named Reldo who glanced up from reading a book to make a shhhing noise at Zezima. Zezima ignored him, working his ways between shelves of decaying books, looking for a sign of Voldemort. He had said Varrock library, right? It would be terrible if Voldemort had actually told him to come to Ardougne or something.
In the last isle he found them. Rounding a final shelf, he found himself looking into the disturbingly blue eyes of Voldemort who didn't look the least bit surprised to see Zezima. Beside Voldemort was a sleeping figure, snoring softly. Both were bound with robes and gagged with pieces of dirty-looking cloth.
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