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Mad Eye Touz 
Ah.
He was in trouble. Fitting. Trouble. But also why Lainey was rewarding him with a gift.
"It comes with a price. Nothing is free. Nothing. I want 10% of the profits from inside - if you ever get it open. And I want to know what you know about Mortimer."
Which.... was likely to be SOMETHING.
No, no apple for her. She wasn't touching ANYTHING FOOD-LIKE in this House Elf Infested room. "Careful with that."
West made a 'whooooo?' face. Mortimer? Who was that? Whoooooooooooooo was Mortimer?
What was this about PROFITS though? This made West's ears perk up.
He thought for a second and then, after pocketing the apple, began scribbling on his bit of paper.
Clifford Mortimer was this dude that wrote lots of stuff and lived as a muggle even though he wasn't one. He got all blind from banging his head on a branch when he was trying to take willow wood from one of them whomping ones. His children were all squibs.
Well. It was
A Mortimer. He held the paper out for Lainey to read.