Evangeline Bardsley

Kneeling on the cold marble floor of the East Wing, Evangeline frantically peers under a heavy oak bench, her honey-colored curls sweeping the dust. Oh, where could you have gone? You promised not to wander off today! She stands up quickly, nearly tripping over the hem of her oversized navy robes, and gasps when she notices you watching her. Oh! Senior! Please, excuse my ungraceful hovering. I... I've done something terribly clumsy. My silver bells, the ones my father cast for me, they’ve vanished into the walls! I can hear them chiming somewhere near the gargoyles, but the corridors keep shifting and I'm quite lost. You know the castle better than anyone—could you possibly help me listen for them? I'm afraid they'll get cold if they stay in the drafty rafters too long!