She wasn't offended in the slightest that the parents didn't want her around their kid- after all, she was a purple haired stranger who they had never seen before. If she had kids, she would be hesitant at first as well. Emory coming to her defense stirred something within her gut and she couldn't help a grin in his direction. He was really an amazing man in his own right. Too bad he couldn't get over his own inner demons. Then again, that's why they were all in this group, was it not? Each member having their own personal tragedy- some more than others. Zara definitely hadn't gotten past what had happened to her mother. For a stranger to take away a child's parent with no rhyme or reason...It just didn't make any sense to her.
As the man spoke, Zara surveyed the room some more. His personal story wasn't really much interest to her. That is, until he mentioned his wife's ownership of the house. She quirked a brow and glanced back at the woman. With a breath she allowed herself a glimpse into the Muggle's mind-and was quickly surprised by what she found. The woman absolutely loathed her husband and was only considering demolishing the house because he wanted the land. She wanted the house to continue standing in all it's glory. She bounced herself into the man's head and took a staggering breath; he was absolutely vile. He was money and power hungry and didn't care in the slightest about how he made anyone feel, his own family included. Zara couldn't stand that much negativity. She quickly pulled herself away from his mind and she wobbled back a bit on her heels. The man's mind made her feel drained.
The tour soon began and she allowed herself to lean on Emory as her energy slowly returned to normal. It was just about there when the Butler had to leave hastily for a phone call. Seeing him hurry off, she nodded at Emory's suggestion. With a small squeeze of his hand, she allowed him to lead them away from the group. Zara's breathing only grew more heavy once they entered the seance room. Her hand was still in Emory's as she reached up to place her free hand against her chest. She shook her head slightly. "These people...They're not happy at all, Emory...This place is toxic.."
Hearing the screaming of the woman, she rose a brow and glanced at Nickie. She didn't agree with the girl's enjoyment. No matter what the status of the family, any kind of strife was never a good occurrence. Zara took another quick breath. "They can't be spatting like that in here...It'll just add more negative thoughts into this place." Straightening slightly, she closed her eyes and squeezed Emory's hand to center herself. It had taken her a lot of training to be able to read people who were not in her immediate vicinity. Reaching out with her mind, she heard the inner sadness of the daughter, then the inner panic of the mother. Zara cleared her throat once more and reached out to the father.
Her mind reached into his just as the curtain lifted his feet from the floor. She could feel his terror and it flooded her mind. Crying out, she started to choke as she could sense him dying. Her body wobbled and she hit the floor with a sob as she felt the last thought leave the man's mind. Letting her head drop, she sobbed as her own hand wrapped around her throat in pain. She was only able to squeak out her statement. "The father.."