"How is he now?" Harry asked as he approached Mira who was still sitting the door of Liam's room.
"He still haven't came out, it's been 3 days already," Mira said, as she looked at the door, "I have called him out for atleast a while to eat something but he hasn't even said a thing." She said, her voice weak.
"He is devastated by his master's death..." Harry said looking at the door and sighed.
Mira lowered her head as her fingers gripped her skirt tightly. "Then... what should we do?" she asked softly, her voice almost trembling.
Harry stayed silent for a moment looking at door before he finally spoke, "Let's wait for a few more days. Pushing him now might just make it worse." He said.
Mira looked at him with tired eyes as she nods before Harry finally noticed how weak she looked. "You should eat something too, Mira. You haven't eaten properly either, have you?" He said.
"I... I'm fine," Mira mumbled, but her stomach betrayed her with a small growl asarry gave a small smile as he said, "Please, just eat a little. You won't be able to help him if you collapse first. He will be fine, so don't worry that much, okay?"
Mira stayed quiet for a while, still staring at the door but in the end, she finally nodded, albeit weakly.
"Good," Harry said, patting her lightly on the shoulder. "I'll check on him later. Take care of yourself till then." Saying so, he turned and slowly walked away, leaving her there alone.
Mira kept her eyes fixed on the door as she mumbled softly, "Liam... " she said and after a brief pause she continued, "How long do I have to wait for you, idiotโฆ"
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Inside, the room was a complete mess, with clothes, books and other things all lying around, and other things all lying around, and in the middle of all that sat Liam with a letter in his hand and box beside him.
He had his back against the wall and his knees pulled up against his chest with his head buried in his arms and his eyes red and swollen from crying.
Liam was an orphan... Both him and his brother and beside him, he had no family, no parents no place he truly belonged to and call homeโฆ except for Robin.
Robin wasn't just his teacher who teached him magic, but also the closest thing Liam ever had to a father.
A family he never had, someone who never abandoned him and someone he could rely on.
Even during these past few years, he offered him a job, a place to stay, and teached him so many things, not only about magic but also about him and his work... Both dirty and facade one.
But now, that one person is gone... There's no one left to teach him magic, no one will teach him stage ethics and no will review his performances... It will just be him alone again.
Every memory with Robin kept replaying in his head... the training sessions, the scoldings, even something as simple as a shared meal and all that he left for him? A parcel and a letter?
He don't need them tho, he needed him back... Because he missed him so damn much.
"I'm sorryโฆ," he muttered under his breath in a cracking voice but all he could do was sit there, lost in the pain, clutching the last pieces of memory he had of him... And read it again and again.
"๐๐ฏ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ท๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ'๐ผ ๐ช ๐น๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ."
"๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐น๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ธ๐. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ช ๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฝ'๐ผ ๐ช ๐น๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ช๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป๐ฝ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐๐ช๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฎ, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ธ๐ ๐พ๐น ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ช ๐ถ๐ช๐ท."
"๐๐ฒ๐ช๐ถ, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ'๐ผ ๐ช ๐ต๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ป๐พ๐ฎ๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐พ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐ท๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ, ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐น๐พ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ผ๐ช๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ท, ๐๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ผ๐พ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ท๐ต๐? ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต, ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช๐ผ ๐ช ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฌ๐ช๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ท ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฌ๐."
"๐๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ผ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ป๐พ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐พ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ต๐ต ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ท ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ'๐ผ ๐ช๐ต๐ผ๐ธ ๐ช ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐พ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฒ๐ป.
๐๐ฒ๐ช๐ถ, ๐ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ธ๐ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท ๐ถ๐ฎ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฑ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ธ๐ท๐ต๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐พ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ช๐ป๐ ๐ซ๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ต๐, ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ. ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ป๐ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช๐ต๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ, ๐ช ๐ฝ๐ป๐พ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ช๐ท ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ.
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท."
Beside the letter, Robin has left him with an invisibility spell, using the combination of all four basic spells that he have, boosting thier efficiency so much so that probably nonone would be able to detect him if he don't want to.
That is once he mastered the spell, and other other one? It was his teacher's masterpiece, a spell he himself failed to master, a spell he dedicated his life creating, fueled by nothing but his passion.
A spell that describe him the best, the world famous thief, who goes by the codename Clown, the spell is Mimic.
He has already memorized both the spells in theory and all that remains is to practice them and learn to use them.
However, he don't want to do it now, he don't want to leave the room, he isn't ready yet... He will become the strongest just as he promised.
'Ah, for now, I wants to sleep tho, I am so sleepy, I guess I should sleep for a while, everything will be fine after I wake up... I should have... eaten something tho... I am... So hungry...'
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A/N:- Short chapter, sry.