' Octavia smiled at her. ''Oh, nothing. Friends indeed. They're such fun, those two, especially little Harry.
They always went to sleep after ten minutesMinty screamed on; lying down now, jammed into a comaof the cot. He looked like a picture in an upmarketleisurewear catalogue, she thought, rather than a machiavellianschemer. Thank you. 'Oh -- it's not important.
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