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“I don’t believe we’ve seen each other before, and I would remember a face like yours,” she cooed, in her French accent. “What’s your name? Surely it must be rather unique, to match your beautiful exteriror.”

Or rather, start with a large bottle of red wine. Maybe they should stop drinking so much. Maybe not, though.

“Mafalda!” He sang as he knocked on the door to her apartment, “It’s me your favorite person in the whole world!” She’d probably deny that but Gil knew the truth. They were damn good friends now and she couldn’t fight it.

“I have wine and the best news ever and it doesn’t even involve Benjy Fenwick!” Not that he didn’t have news on that front. It just wasn’t the celebration news. He’d save it for later.

It was a shame, to read the latest of events. Wondering what the ministry would do to try and solve where the plant had come from, Benjy folded up the paper nicely and tucked it away, only to notice that someone was standing before him. “Oh, sorry. How long were you there for? Must have got lost in thought...”

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Sybill Trelawney had broken out in some vision, people had scattered, and Walden had lost sight of his wife. One moment she’d been there, right at the edge of his sightline and perfectly safe. The next, the room had erupted in chaos and she’d vanished.

Maybe she’d just gone back to her room. She could be just fine. He could go check on her and she’d be right there waiting.

Only he couldn’t quite remember the way. He never took Muggle Studies, and the way here he’d been a little distracted.

Walden spun on the spot, searching the crowd for anyone who may be even remotely helpful. Someone base, someone he’d normally ignore, someone who had probably taken Muggle Studies at some point.

He caught sight of bright red hair and made a beeline.

“Oi!” What has been the name of Lucian’s second pet project again? Give him a moment, he knew this. “Hopkick!” Probably close enough. “I need you.”