Seamus nodded. "Exactly. Though I know pub fish and chips are no match for real chip-shop fish and chips." No matter what chef he employed, that seemed to be a constant. He presumed it was something to do with the electric deep-fat fryer, or something. Maybe now that Dominic and Zacharias had got the projector working, it was something to look into.
He shook her hand willingly. "Well, I'm not that much help at duelling on a personal level but you know about the duelling club right?"
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