A wet, bedraggled body lay in a pool of salt water, a blood-red dress clinging to its curves. Presently the water seeped into the stone floor of the Sorting Room as if drawn in by suction, and a newly dry Vesper Lynd sat up with a series of convulsive, gasping coughs.
Once those subsided, she smoothed the skirt of her dress, once again its original
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That was not to say she lacked her own charms.
"Whoever told you of your beauty did not lie," he said gallantly, with a bow. Bowing while levitating took some practice! And he had practiced just such gestures for hours on end! "Welcome, my lady, to Hogwarts."
Then, just because he could, out of the aether he produced a bouquet of roses the exact color of her dress.
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"I thank you, kind sir," she said with a sketchy bow of her own, and held out a hand to accept the roses. "May I ask, what is this Hogwarts, and however did I get here?"
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Lezard alighted gently on the ground. She had asked him for information, which was even better. Lezard enjoyed nothing so much as the opportunity to show off his knowledge (case in point). "I can tell you what Hogwarts claims to be, certainly. It's ostensibly a school of wizardry. In practice, no one studies, and the students exhibit what I would not call much talent to begin with."
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James stood away from her, examining Vesper from a distance. His face was set in a stony mask, nothing given away by his lips or his eyes. Satisfied that she passed a physical resemblance, he stepped forward and read her application. The details seemed in order.
"What is the cocktail recipe?" he demanded. His voice was sharp and cold. Behind the mask there was something almost like hatred in his eyes, but only Vesper would see it.
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She was unable to stop the next question from tumbling past her lips: "Did you get my present? I left you a present. On my 'phone. Did you get it?"
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What saved him was the knowledge that he'd told M, who probably put it in a report somewhere, where it had circulated through secretaries and file clerks before coming to rest in God knows where in the bowels of MI6. Vesper wasn't telling him anything that at least four or five other people also knew.
"What is the cocktail recipe?" he repeated.
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As soon as the water was procured and handed over, he offered a hand. "George Weasley. Fred's my twin brother, but even our mum can't tell us apart, which is a shame, really, considering she gave birth to us. At any rate, I'm the better-looking one, if that clears anything up for you."
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Incredibly, this was not a proposition, it was Hook's version of offering medical assistance outside the confines of a hospital.
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