When he started his reply Juliana was watching him, but in very short order she began to grow uncomfortable and shifted her attention instead to her notes. Luckily it was easy to look as though she were preoccupied with what she was writing, rather than that she was avoiding looking at him. The actual words he was saying weren't particularly charged, but filling in the gaps and trying to imagine what that moment must have been like was difficult. Waking up in an unfamiliar place, alone and vulnerable and injured, and coming to terms with the notion of what had happened the night before... That would have been bad enough, but then to have to walk over a mile in such a state before he could so much as reclaim his wand was painful to imagine.

But imagining wasn't enough; the whole point of an interview like this was to have it all in his own words, not just her filling in by reading between the lines. Juliana drew a long, careful line across the page of notes to divide what she'd written already from what would follow. She swallowed, then looked back up at him. "Talk me through what you were thinking and feeling. From the first moments you can remember of that morning up through wherever you went next."

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