Freddie grinned. He knew a lot of things about Art (it was difficult to be thrown in Azkaban with someone and come out without being closer) but those were all little details about his personality. His favorites, his weaknesses, his fears—those were easy truths.
A situational truth was more in order. "Did Dez try and tell you not to come tonight?" he asked, brows raised and still smiling. Dez had never liked them, but that was years ago, and Freddie hadn't talked to her in years.
A situational truth was more in order. "Did Dez try and tell you not to come tonight?" he asked, brows raised and still smiling. Dez had never liked them, but that was years ago, and Freddie hadn't talked to her in years.

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