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Vil was distracted from his unconscious fellow Housewarden by his phone's signature ringtone sounding from his bag. He pulled it out, ignoring the dizziness that was starting to hit him… he had to calm down. The screen's caller ID said the call was from Ruggie… Spelldrive practice was happening right now. What if something happened to Epel? With shaking fingers he accepted the call, listening to Ruggie’s usually bright voice flood through the speaker.
“Hii Housewarded! So uhh Epel kinda had a seizure…”
Vil’s blood ran cold, his ears tuning out everything but his fears and worries. Was Epel okay? What if he wasn’t? What if he lost his young protege? What if what if what if…
“I will meet you in the mirror chamber,” Vil said, once he got his voice back, and hung up, not waiting for a response he wouldn’t hear. He rose from the crouch he had settled into and swept out of the room, ignoring Riddle, whom he was certain would be fine, and made his way to the mirror chamber.
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When Vil reached the Mirror chamber, he was relieved to see Rook was there, one of the few people who knew of his condition and wouldn’t question why he fainted, when it inevitably happened.
Time was a loose concept to Vil as he awaited the return of his little apple, the impatience he would usually experience replaced by sparkles and muffled rushing in his ears. When the blurring started changing, a moving blur appeared in his field of vision. The blur was too tall to be Ruggie… was it Leona? The man was exactly who Vil did and didn’t want to see right now. He would know exactly what was happening, possibly even more than Rook. Leona knew Vil too well, he knew him in and out, all his cracks and imperfections, all of the mess under the facade…
A firm hand on his shoulder snapped Vil out of his daze. He looked in the general direction of the arm, and saw, through the blurriness, that it undeniably connected to Leona. It was a comforting thing to see before the black spots took over, he thought.
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Vil felt someone petting his hair as he came too, the rough hands only possibly belonging to one person. Vil gazed up, looking at the soft emerald ones that met him.
“Epel’s fine,” Leona’s soft rumbling voice soothed Vil’s racing mind and heart.
“Take your time waking up, I'm not going anywhere.”