"Oi, Lockhart. Nice work with the birds. How the hell did you get 800 snowy owls?"

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"Oi, Lockhart. Nice work with the birds. How the hell did you get 800 snowy owls?"

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"----What this? Ask nicely or I'm not doing nothing."
"Gilderoy Lockhart", Evan exclaimed with a grin,
"Always wanted to meet you, see what all the fuss was about...".
He definitely saw it... damn. Evan put out a hand for Lockhart to shake, "Name's Evan, Evan Rosier".
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''Something wrong dear?''

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"----Wait. Aren't you the crazy one?"
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That face. Those eyes. "Shotty camera work on the author picture gracing the back of his last book," she'd signed to her sister. But Lillian was well... into his books, she remembered, and that looked just like him.
If anyone could remember a face, fortunate or not, it was Angel.
Angel offered a hand, flat, and brushed another hand on top of it, as if brushing something off of it. Excuse me. She could feel the vibrations of her charmed necklace repeating. Are you – And now came the hard part, because she didn't know the sign for his name, and neither did her necklace. She spelled out his first name: G-I-L-D-E-R-O-Y. When it repeated, hopefully pronouncing correctly, she moved on to his last name: L-O-C-K-H-A-R-T.
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D e a d.
Their sweet Domeric, her boy, her only boy, his pale skin as cold as the winds howling through the Dreadfort. Her light in this place of darkness, snatched away from her by that b e a s t.
That bastard.