Cash exhaled again, like the trappings of adrenaline the word werewolf had kickstarted would go with it. "That's too close," he said again, feeling a little stupid as he repeated himself. "How'd you - where'd you even find a werewolf?" Maybe if he grounded himself in details about this he would feel less like he was losing his mind about it; it occurred to him that maybe at some point he should have asked Ford where he was storing the dementor. (Hogsmeade, maybe, if he was telling Cash to stay away from it.)

(As soon as he thought Hogsmeade, Cash had an idea — and it didn't make him feel any better.)

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