((Backdated to the chocolates.))
Claire couldn't know it, but she was in the grips of a chocolate-induced paranoia. The link between her brain and her lips seemed to have been severed, and she was telling the world every thought that popped into her head. She owed
Nick an apology, when she felt she could trust her mouth again. But he was just
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"What can't you stop talking about?"
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If that didn't answer his question, nothing would. She couldn't shield her thoughts, or make amends. Claire couldn't hide anything for the time being.
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Reilly sipped at the rye he had already poured before Claire's arrival, and held up a bottle for her approval. "Have you any idea what set you off? Was anyone hurling random hexes, perhaps? The casting can be rather subtle; you might well have missed it."
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She rustled up a glass, and held it out to him to fill. "I was in the Great Hall, and I was hungry. They had chocolate there, which is good, because the food here is not so good. But if all I eat is chocolate, I'll get sick! I don't want to get sick." She sighed. "And now I'll have a few drinks, and no food. Not even caviar."
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