The Library - 10.15 to 1.00 am
He knew that Rodolphus Lestrange was not prone to lies or manipulations among his cohorts and so when he spoke, Evan believed him. It was as if his mind was a shattering glass and all the luminous pieces of his consciousness were glittering on the floor around him. How could his father have let this happen? What became of the plantation? How did she ...
And his mind switched off like a beacon. He was on autopilot. His countenance was an impassive, stony mask. "Veo, Rodolphus Lestrange. Tell the Dark Lord that she was a pearl of great price. What is to become of me now?"