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“Revenge,” Remus agreed, “What’d you want to do to him?”

“Not just him,” Sirius said quickly, “All of them. Every single Slytherin in the school.”

Remus didn’t say anything, just nodded once, slowly. His gaze was a comfort, not quite understanding, but something close—eyes fronded by lashes, pupils so dark and liquid that Sirius could drown in them

What did you say, Mulciber?” Snape asked, staring at him.

“Angelic sweetie-pops!” The Slytherin shouted, furious, “No! I meant – darling sugar plum! No! Goody-gumdrops!”