There is something sinister at work here. Mr. Black seems different. He seems lost if I am being honest.
His face has changed almost like he is the one who is ill.
It always seems like he is in need of rest. His eyes have sunken in and there are dark circles under his eyes, which is odd since he retires to his chambers early. His skin looks so much paler now and seems to lose more and more color with each day.
I was curious about the entire thing so last night I did not go to sleep on my usual time. I waited till my parents retired to their chambers. Standing behind just behind my door listening for the creaking of their twin footsteps passing by my room as they walked to their chambers.
I could hear laughter as they passed by. I could almost imagine the blush on my mother's face as my father would try to kiss her. Imagine the sparkle in her eyes.
