Scene by scene, the moments Cyrus had spent with them flashed before their eyes, ending with Cyrus's joyful smile as she was surrounded by all the students. In stark contrast to that image was her bitter smile standing within the dark mist.
"You don't understand..."
"If you don't stop right now, don't ever expect to cadge a drop of my Firewhisky again!" Aberforth's furious voice rang out, accompanied by flying gobbets of spittle as he stamped heavily on the ground and pointed a trembling finger at the figure in the mist. "And don't ever think about setting foot in the Hog's Head again!"
Chapter 125