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It was decidedly a hint, all of it.
Every gesture, every shift, it all added up to a bigger picture and Malachi was finally starting to think he could see it. Even now, it was fragmented, but it all meant something.
“Phoebe James.” He said, getting the answer out of the way. That they asked meant they also remembered. The who was not necessarily the focus of the scenario. “And what of it?” Not even obliviate could make him forget the horror of that kelpie lesson. It was the first real time he realised many of his students...were not all that there in the head, were poor at strategy and were unlikely to live in the real world if faced with anything bigger than a flobberworm infestation.
The Headmaster remembered every detail of it and was now curious what, if anything, it had to do with Upstead.
And there it was, the shift again. Informative, but by this point not surprising. A real chameleon. ”I see the charade will remain a moment longer. I’m happy to oblige.” Malachi took another sip of his tea, a slow and drawn out sip. Then. “He kept me in his pocket the entire time.” They could figure out what that meant and the far reaching implications of such a simple statement.
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