"Have you?" He sounded detached, as he always did. There was a cold undertone to his voice since Azkaban that only his passion for his Lord and the joy of causing pain could thaw. He did smile at her though, pull her close enough to kiss her forehead before he handed over the flowers.
"You've cooked. We'll enjoy it later? I've a present for you. The sort you'll enjoy."
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