Keep your trousers on, Evan. Is she even going anywhere?
*It comes out irritably. Roddy's bustling over her with his wand like a damned nursemaid, repairing her burnt flesh and numbing it, but she flicks him away to go attend to Lucius. To attend to him--and also to whisk him away where neither of them will have to see this next bit of business.
The dead one of their number on the floor goes quite unmourned. Convenient, anyway, to have someone to pin it on. They need only throw the Ministry the smallest bone and it will obligingly fail to look for them as it always has, single Death Eater, foreigner, case closed, nice little spread in the Prophet, and on to whatever fresh tyrannies Crouch can dream up for his own people to distract them from his failures. As long as they are out of here quickly, they needn't worry.
And the boy, bless him, has always worked quickly.*
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*It comes out irritably. Roddy's bustling over her with his wand like a damned nursemaid, repairing her burnt flesh and numbing it, but she flicks him away to go attend to Lucius. To attend to him--and also to whisk him away where neither of them will have to see this next bit of business.
The dead one of their number on the floor goes quite unmourned. Convenient, anyway, to have someone to pin it on. They need only throw the Ministry the smallest bone and it will obligingly fail to look for them as it always has, single Death Eater, foreigner, case closed, nice little spread in the Prophet, and on to whatever fresh tyrannies Crouch can dream up for his own people to distract them from his failures. As long as they are out of here quickly, they needn't worry.
And the boy, bless him, has always worked quickly.*