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Tegz 
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.
Lainey laughed at the paper, then followed up with a honk of Mr. Odessa's nose.
"O for effort, but a T for Team Spirit. Bad juju to keep another player in the dark. I'd hate for the Healer to keep your broom hostage until Mortimer is returned. I'd hate for that to sliiiiiiiiiip right out of my mouth as suggestion to her. Wouldn't that be disagreeable to Slytherin's chances of winning this year?"
She got her wand out and lifted the Silencing spell, if only for now.