The sky was getting lighter, and with it, we both got dressed.
“There’s another thing—I want two people from my side to join you from today so we can work on the rescue plan for Patronus since everything is all tangled up.”
“Patronus?” he asked, confused, as he slipped into his shirt. His fresh clothes were neatly placed on the balcony by one of the men he had stationed here. When I saw them, it felt both weird and embarrassing.
“Oh, right, um… for the purpose of keeping things discreet, in case anything ever slips, we call my mother 'Patronus.'”
He nodded but was chuckling under his breath.
“Something funny?” I asked.
“No.” His voice was thick with amusement. “I can believe this organization started when you were fourteen.”
“You named your club 'Devil’s Lair,’” I said, deadpan.
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