Fuck. He was an ass. Fletcher was now very unsure of whether they should tell Eavan's father about what was happening between them and he'd only been around the man for a few minutes. If the man did find out he'd been snogging his daughter unchaperoned in her back garden, he'd likely end up with his head on a pike.
"Mr. Umbridge is right," he ended up saying, finally, "There's really no knowing where the true source is from but if I'm not mistaken it came in from the outskirts initially. We'd be better off heading that way to see if the source is there. Something is likely to be hidden there far more than it's likely for it to be in the center of town."
"Mr. Umbridge is right," he ended up saying, finally, "There's really no knowing where the true source is from but if I'm not mistaken it came in from the outskirts initially. We'd be better off heading that way to see if the source is there. Something is likely to be hidden there far more than it's likely for it to be in the center of town."
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