Fawkes flew over to Cyrus and dropped a tear onto her bleeding left arm. Then he landed on her head and began pecking at her playfully, forcing Cyrus to squeeze out a smile. "Thank you, Fawkes. I won't think about roasting you anymore, okay?"
Seeing that Cyrus had recovered, Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief and waved his hand to tidy up the room. He pulled Cyrus up from the floor, and the two of them sat down on the sofa.
Dumbledore handed her a box of Cockroach Clusters, but Cyrus smiled and waved her hand. "Sweets aren't going to help me unwind. Bring me a glass of Firewhisky."
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