On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items
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"It's beautiful," he said honestly, even before opening it. He lost his shyness in wonder. He touched the brooch, for his name, and when he removed it, he re-fastened it just under his left clavicle.
But it was extraordinary. The Dance of Death. Why, it was something which might have been found in his own father's library, rich with leather and gold. He opened it. The Dance of Death. Why they were Death Eaters, after all. Such an old book. It might contain lost lore. Why, the Dark Lord himself might be interested. He was not too intrigued to remember his manners and smile back, however. "Thank you. It is wonderful, and doubtless contains much I could learn."
Severus smiled also and raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything in particular for him to note within, Lezard?" He was certain there must be, for Lezard was never frivolous.
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