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Owen was a master of concealing his true emotions from corrupting his expressionless face; and now was no different. Scout’s words registered in a way with him that boiled his blood, a way that made him want to clench his jaw and start ranting and raving around the room. But he didn’t. In the months he spent cooped up being mercilessly tortured by Death Eater after Death Eater, he had learned an impeccable amount of self-control. He was taught that sometimes calculated plans of attack faired out better than crazed killing sprees. His steely gaze flickered down to her hips, to her arms, to the hollow of her cheeks and he resisted the urge to pull her to his chest and rock Scout like some damaged child. He wasn’t going to patronise her.