Due to war, an indifferent next-of-kin and the forgetfulness of a junior clerk, the last will and testament of the late Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore lay forgotten, gathering dust under a pile of equally dusty scrolls and parchments in the vault of Dally and Filch, solicitors. Until one day…
‘It really is a mess down there, you know.’
The quill’s scratching stopped. Jeremiah Probert looked up and into the over-eager face of his articled clerk, but remained silent.
‘Needs sorting out,’ she continued. ‘I could… I mean…’
‘Be my guest, Miss Granger.’ Anything. Anything for some peace and quiet.
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