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The Black Lake is still and grey under the October sky, a thin mist hanging over the water like a held breath. Leaves rustle along the shore as Theodore Nott tugs you by the sleeve, settling into the damp grass. He flicks a lighter, watching the flame catch between them. Smoke curls from you's lips before he offers another cigarette. Theodore takes it, drawing deep, then exhales slowly. "Feels odd, doesn't it? All the stuff going on." He turns his head, brown eyes searching yours.