Slytherin by heart Her voice had been soft, and her posture had slowly been gaining an uneasiness, though nothing about her said she wanted to get away from him. Every way she moved, every word she didn't say, spoke volumes. Now if only he could fully decipher it. Strange that a person who belied so much was somehow harder to read than a man who had shown so little. But then, he'd also known that man's every mannerism. "Mm... In that case perhaps the Leaky Cauldron would be suitable? I'll admit I'm rather fond of the place."
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