Albert Pettigrew's advice more or less meant fuck-all, but was more coherent than he expected to get from most people, and thus appreciated. It was also significantly more sober than the advice he could expect if he talked to Leon about this. Merlin.

August smiled wryly. "I never had her declared dead, so my pretending wouldn't change much," he said, "That would be the brothers. Who are both dead now. Go figure." This all would have been much easier if Darcy or Bennet Potter was still alive to cheerfully have their family reunion.

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