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He found that Lyle was much easier to say than my father."

oh quite well quite well darius nodded enthusiastically thrilled to have someone to talk to worked under him at the ministry before all the trouble started never knew anyone better with boggarts or dementors come to that the azkaban liaison office has missed him i can tell you the trouble remus asked swiping another glass of whiskey from goalie who hurried past with a tray and handing it to the old man

Thank you, dear boy.

Yes, the trouble.

Nasty business.

Nasty.

You're talking about the events that led to Lyle's suicide?

He couldn't say it.

Darius had to say it.

I'm talking about the damned werewolves!

Darius slammed his empty whiskey glass down on a nearby sideboard.

Forgive me, he muttered.

Not at all, Remus replied, unblinking.

Do go on.

I know the story, of course, but I'd like to hear it from someone who knew him.

Darius surveyed him carefully through his whiskey-addled haze.

He seemed to slump slightly before beginning his story.

We couldn't possibly know, you understand?

None of us.

Well, Lyle was a great wizard, a great wizard, you hear me?