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She sat back, startled at the face that stared back at her. Therese had been acquaintances with Chester Scabior at Hogwarts and had kept light correspondence with him over the years through journals and random public events. So, really, his death had been a shock, but more as 'I knew this person, once,' than a devastating blow. Sad, it had been sad, but--how was he sitting in front of her? Therese blinked, recalling his words. He most certainly did not sound like what she remembered, his accent sounding very strange to her ears.

Her shoulders straightened. He looked too much like Chester to not be---perhaps she was mistaken. No, she couldn't be! Though, with her history, it would not be strange for a once-thought dead person to come strolling into her life. Remy had disappeared for ages without a trace before disrupting her routine. That was a nice way of putting it.

"No, it is fine, I'll just---" Did she care enough to figure out this perplexing situation? He was most certainly at least a relative, but he looked too much like Chester to not be the man himself! But...he had a sadness to him that she would never be able to place on her former acquaintance. Therese leaned forward, unable to ignore her curiosity. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

That was a way to pry that would allow him to dismiss her and give her reason enough to leave this rather startling situation. Therese had no desire to get caught up in a faked-death scheme that Scabior may be doing quite poorly. This was a rather public place. The idea that it was even plausible, that he'd faked his death, was only conceivable because of the House she'd grown up in and the stories she'd heard. Perhaps she should write this down..