Meserimus stroked his long white beard, feeling, for once, his considerable age. He would have Archimedes keep an eye on Clue for the next few days, to make sure there were no repeat incidents like today, and have the portraits in the slytherin common room do the same. He nodded to himself once more.

'Good lad, good' he acknowledged , the large hand on the stravling shoulder squeezed reflexively. There was much that could not be said, not while at school, but he hoped the gesture spoke loudly enough. He would have to speak to Katerina - he had much to think about, and letters to write.

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