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"'Aven't 'ad it yet," Trev countered, waving his hand at her gesture and insinuation he said something incorrect. He merely lifted his eyebrows, not about to argue the idiocy of her plan to wander around Knockturn, and took a drink. "Can't you Apparate?" he asked between sips.