Log: Strange Bedfellows (Amanda/Farouk)

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Farouk returns, but not to the mansion.




Why was it when there was a knocking at her door at weird hours, it
always sounded panicked? Amanda sighed and laid down her fork - food
would just have to wait. At least with pasta she could reheat it later
if she needed to. Grumbling to herself, she went to open the door.

The man standing on her doorstep bore little resemblance to the dapper
and the almost catlike in his fastidiousness Professor Farouk, that she
remembered meeting what seemed like an eternity ago.

Clad in tattered jeans, solid work boots and a plaid shirt that was too big for him,
and that has clearly seen better days, he was leaning heavily against the
wall.

He seemed healthier, less gaunt, the sense of overwhelming
weakness he had exuded the last few times she had glimpsed him around
campus before his disappearance was gone. Although, she noted absently,
the cane still remained, clutched firmly in his hand.

Still he hardly seemed as if he needed it.

And yet there was something febrile about him, a strange, almost
feverish glint in his eyes, an almost haunted look as if there was
something that was burning him up from the inside, just waiting for
the opportune moment to get free.

His eyes flashed with it, and something else, deeper and darker, as he
stared down at her. "Magic. I need you to tell me about magic."