Despite her bravado in the moment Morwenna found her hand shook as she reached across the desk with her palm up, asking silently for his hand, pulling up the sleeve of her robes with her free hand, displaying the quite obvious matching scars.

“I do believe we are,” she replied in a hush, as though saying it any quieter would change how quickly she would be sent to Azkaban if she was mistaken. But she was sure. So sure that Mr Abernathy shared her condition. It would just take one of them to be brave and she supposed it would have to be her. “How long has it been since you were bitten?”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat