And still those eyes were on him, so deep-etched in the marble-pale face. What was he doing at Fleur's party, anyway? I can't think what possessed Father… she trailed off. It seemed clear and sharp as wine, after the cotton-wool kindness of the others. A whole world lay below her, painted in ever-changing rhapsodies of colour.
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