"It came from a clever man. Not kind, not in the end, but clever."
The less she says about Albus Dumbledore, with all the things they know now, the better. It's another familiar ache, a strange betrayal, and she doesn't want to spent too long thinking about it. If she thinks about him she will think of Gilgamesh, of the lance that still sits high on her wall, and she will be frustrated and annoyed.
His request, though, makes her laugh, a soft noise that bursts out of her.
"Dorian, please! I don't think a list of all the people I know is going to do you any good - there's quite a few and they're all over the place. I don't even have any enemies, not really."
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The less she says about Albus Dumbledore, with all the things they know now, the better. It's another familiar ache, a strange betrayal, and she doesn't want to spent too long thinking about it. If she thinks about him she will think of Gilgamesh, of the lance that still sits high on her wall, and she will be frustrated and annoyed.
His request, though, makes her laugh, a soft noise that bursts out of her.
"Dorian, please! I don't think a list of all the people I know is going to do you any good - there's quite a few and they're all over the place. I don't even have any enemies, not really."