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ʟʏᴅɪᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢ ([personal profile] hauntedhome) wrote in [community profile] herbgarden 2016-01-29 05:32 pm (UTC)

Down the hallway... Lydia is soon stepping quietly through the narrowed passageway, as if concerned she will make her presence a disruptive one. To whom, she isn't sure.

The colors are polite neutrals and rich dark tones -- paint, carpet, was trim, a door frame. And a door. She looks it over as if expecting it to speak and give her direction, but it gives her silence, heavy over the faint trickling of music somewhere. Curiously she probes the door knob, and it turns easily, allowing her inside.

The room is empty. It's fairly small, with a loveseat-sized couch, a side table, a plant...and another door. With Hannibal's name on a modest plaque. Lydia spots it and instantly ghosts across the floor towards the door. A small pale fist is drawn out like an eager snake to rap on the wood, softly.

She can't help but lean in somewhat, noticing the sound of the music, to angle her ear toward the door a moment. Harpsichord. Amazing.

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