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All of this ceaseless banging! My poor Renate has begun to worry herself into quite a state, and I have begun to think I preferred my mirrors begging for blood.

[Private to Severus Snape]

My friend, I wish not to trouble you needlessly, as I understand your familiarity with my current Inmate makes things a mite...awkward. However, I require information that his file cannot provide.

I need to know as much as possible about this "Voldemort".

[Private to the Admiral]

Presuming that your regular duties are still operating as to be expected, I have a few requests that I need fulfilled:

First, my Inmate's cabin must be changed. Make it his bedchamber from home, and if it is needed, add a writing desk. Also, remove any attached lavatory or bath.

Second, his magic is to be returned to him in full, and his wand provided. This will remain in effect provided his behavior is exemplary.

Third, as with my last Inmate, I require access to his private filters, with the same degrees and limitations, sans any special addendum I made over time.

Fourth and finally, my Inmate is to be provided a fully updated copy of my file.

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That sounds perfectly reasonable.

[And twenty minutes later, Martha knocked softly at the Marquis's door, her medical bag over her shoulder.]

[And the dog barks; it's a moment before the Marquis opens the door.] Come in, Doctor.

[Martha smiled to him for a moment, and then she smiled to Reinette.]

How are you feeling?

[He shuts the door, leaning on the frame a moment.] It's not so bad since I realized it's only the death toll. [Way to downplay it.] And I haven't had any...unwanted visitors in some hours now.

I don't think there's such a thing as 'only the death toll', Marquis. It's still awful any way you slice it.

Is it constant, or is it something that comes and goes?

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