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"You may not care for my opinion," he said, drumming his fingers on the wall before stepping away and watching Fenrir like a hawk. "But you can't deny it's right."

Plucking the package delicately from Fenrir's outstretched hand, he nodded curtly to them both. "Next time, Mr. Greyback, I suggest you keep packages of this important on your person at all times, or there won't be need for your services later."

He turned to Lydia with a sarcastic wave. "And Ms. Proudfoot, it's been an absolute delight."

With that, he turned on his foot and made his way out of the dark, dingy pub.