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It was his job to make sure people didn’t remember what he’d rather forget.
He hadn’t meant to frighten the girl, but there were only so many ways he could appear in a window at night and not scare the wits out of someone.
‘Remind me,’ said Bram Peasegood as his quill scratched across his report, ‘what colour was the car?’
‘I’m sorry, Mister Malfoy,’ said Cosmo, and didn’t sound very sorry at all. ‘But neither I, nor my company, can help you.’
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