orealizedtheyprobablylookedabitridiulousintheiroutdated,stolenoatsfromtheloakroom,andhiminhissungsses.zivantusseemedtoometoaonlusionthatdraoandharrywereatleastredibleenoughtowarrantfurtherstudy.asaformermemberoftheeleven,henodoubtexperienedoddmeetingsregurly.“whydon’tyoutwoaompanymebaktomyhouseforadrink?”

gningatpotter,theyagreedandzivantusorderedthemtowalkinfrontofhimtherestoftheway.he’dbeentothehouseafewtimesaftermarwanhadhiredhim,butneveratnightandneverundersuhstressfulirumstanes.heouldseethethreadsgettingstrongerbetweenhimandzivantus,thethreadsoinghimselfandalsotheonesextendingfrommarwantothedraohewouldhireinafewdays’time.sazar,notjustthesightofitgavehimaheadahe,butuandingwhathewasseeingwasboundtodrivehiminsane.theyneededtogetwhattheyameforandthengobaktothefutureassoonaspossible.

draothoughthefelthisbonesquakewhenmarwanwalkedtheminthroughthefoyer.heouldn’timaginewhatsortofwardsthemanhadrequisitionedwhenhe’dbeenanativememberoftheiniquitouseleven,letalhepreautionshewouldtakeafterfallingoutwiththeministry.theyendedupinthemainsittingroomfurnishedwithafewsofas,armhairs,apianoforte,andawell-stokedoktailtrolley.merlin,draowouldkillforafirewhiskeysour.

“so,mistermalfoy,ifyouwouldilluminatemeonwhy—”

“you’redead,”draorushed,realizingtherewasnoreasontohidethetruthfromthemanwhoouldiablyjumptothefutureandfindouthimself.

marwan’sfaeremainedunhanged.“isee.”

“i’vetakenyourpeintheeleven.”draolied.heheldupthetimepieeandflippeditover,showingzivantustheengravednumbereightonthebak.