"Moving to three different addresses in a single month—if your talents weren't limited to clinging to fame and brewing potions, you'd probably want to slap a hundred protective charms on your hideout. We've had a wretched time tracking you down, Professor Slughorn."
Cyrus leaned back in her chair, her long legs crossed, lazily toying with the mask in her hand. Opposite her sat Slughorn, bound hand and foot like a tightly wrapped parcel. Lucius stood behind him, his wand pressed against the back of Slughorn's head.
"Ah... Dark—Miss Slytherin. I'm sure there's been some dreadful misunderstanding. Whatever do you want with an old man like me? Haha... It must be a mistake, why, I was just planning to invite your father over for tea."
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