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booksmarts and broomsticks
act ii , take a breath
chapter thirty, in the chamber forever

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➖MAISIE LOCKABY ➖
june 1993

BEING COOPED UP in the Common Room really wasn't to Dria's liking. But upon the instance of the school's new safety protocol, she found that she — along the rest of the school — had no choice. If students weren't in lessons, they were expected to be in their Common Rooms and if they wished to pursue extra curricular activities, they would have to take it up with their Head of House who would decide. But as far as it stood, everything had been cancelled; from Quidditch practice to Gobstone club.

       And therefore, how lucky Dria was to have found loophole — well, calling it a loophole might have been a stretch. Especially considering what led to it was Dria incessantly begging Professor McGonagall to continue her volunteering to the point where the Professor had no will left oppose.

The blonde knew that with the state of her mind being what it was, she was better having a distraction and she found that volunteering in the Hospital Wing — no matter the job — seemed to put her at ease.

        This routine that the whole school had been forced into hadn't really been going on that long, it had seen them out of May and now into early June — a week and a half at most. In that time span, attacks on Muggleborns had ceased once more but Dria was still left feeling uneasy.

        However, that feeling of uneasiness was not matched by the school board of governors. According to Tess, they seemed very thrilled with themselves as they thought this lack of attacks was due to the fact that they had removed the party responsible for opening the chamber; Hagrid, the groundskeeper.

         Dria nearly spat out her tea when Tess first told her that the school governors had grown concerned over the state of the school and had involved so the Ministry so as to arrest Hagrid as the culprit. The blonde shook her head on objection upon hearing it — if Hagrid was the Heir of Slytherin, then Figaro was You-Know-Who in disguise.

         On top of this, Professor Dumbledore had been issued an order of suspension by the governors as a result of their request to have him step aside in light of the current situation. Dria was not on the slightest bit surprised when she found out that Lucius Malfoy sat prominently on the board of governors for the school, and had no doubt of his doing in the act.

It seemed as the days worn on, more and more things started to crumble. But the blonde simply gritted her teeth — reminded herself of the words Tess had told her — 'deep breaths' — and pushed onwards.

In the case at hand, she inhaled sharply and brought her gaze back to signing the bottom of one of the hundreds of medical charts she'd filled out that day.

With a light sigh, she spared a glance at her watch; 4:45pm, and she got to her feet. She had fifteen minutes before a teacher would collect her and return her to the Common Room so she could fill her brains with revision as opposed to medical documents — anything to keep her thoughts at bay.

Taking a hand through her hair, she wandered around the screen that cut her off from the rest of the Hospital Wing, but did not hear the clambering of feet against the stone cold floor heading her way as she did.

"Oof!"

With a light grunt, Dria felt herself stumble backwards after her body collided with those of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who quickly steadied themselves as she found her own balance.

"Woah, hold your horses!" She cried in exasperation, but couldn't deny the chuckle that laced her tone at the incident.

"Sorry, Dria." They muttered in unison, offering her apologetic smiles before passing a glance between them.

Dria raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the two and their suspicious demeanour. She'd known that their reason for being in the Hospital Wing was that they'd come in to visit Hermione — as they'd made a habit of doing every day — but their urgency to leave caused her to suspect something.

"Where are you off to in such a rush?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest as her eyes scanned over the two, quickly noticing a ripped page in the hand of the Potter boy who was quick to hide it once she'd seen.

A moment passed between the three when the boy stammered over the words nervously, evidently trying to come up with some bullshit excuse to tell her. In the end, she put them out of their misery.

"You know what? I think I know better than to ask with you two." She chuckled, as they shot her grateful smile before she nodded towards the door of the Hospital Wing. "Go on, piss off."

Another pair of appreciative smiles were shot in Dria's direction as they stepped around her, bidding her a brief goodbye and seeing themselves out of the room in the same urgency that they had tried to before.

Dria shook her head lightly as she looked after them, trying to clear her mind of any suspicion. Shoving her hands in pockets and straightening up every so slightly, Dria turned on her heel so she was facing Penny's bed. However, before she could take so much as a step forward in its direction, she found herself frozen in place at the sight of a certain red-headed boy sat beside her.

"What are you doing here?"

Dria's accusatory tone caught Percy Weasley's attention abruptly, as he whipped around to face the sound of the less than impressed tone and immediately got to his feet upon recognising the owner.

"Oh, I'm—" He scrambled for his words, looking between Dria and the petrified Penny. "I'm visiting."

         "Right." Dria replied, her eyes narrowing in disbelief, her lips pursing in objection to his overall presence. "I didn't know you guys were friends."

         "Well, yes. I suppose we are." He nodded, his unease very apparent as the two engaged in a less comfortable interaction. "We're both prefects."

         Dria stifled a derisive chuckle, his statement causing a slight feeling of bitterness to course through her.

         "Ah yes, all those prefect duties—"

        But as soon as the words left her lips, she caught herself and felt her eyes widen in sudden realisation. She emitted a scoff of disbelief as her eyes darted between the red-head by the bedside and the petrified Penny, an immense surge of pride rushing to her head. She would have never in a million years have guess that 'prefect meetings' actually meant—

        "Are you alright?"

        Percy fucking Weasley.

        "Just having an epiphany." Dria responded nonchalantly to the boy's sudden query. "Don't mind me. Continuing your ... visiting."

       For a moment, it seemed as though Percy had done exactly as she had advised despite the fact that she now wore a very smug smile on her lips.

"I trust the potion is brewing well?"

His sudden question caught her by surprise and caused her small smile to be replaced with an expression of mild panic — Dria wasn't sure if she had the capability to make small talk with Percy Weasley.

       "As far as I know, yeah." She found herself saying in response, her lips pressing together in a tight smile.

       "Well, that's good if you think so."

       "Oh?"

       She shot him a curious glance, her eyebrow raising as she awaited for the boy to explain himself; her mind trying to forecast just what he meant by it. However, Percy's reaction didn't do much to reassure her of his well meaning as he scrambled out a somewhat coherent explanation.

"I mean you're the best at Potions in the year. So, you'd probably know."

         Dria took a moment to digest his words as he clarified his former statement as being a compliment. She felt as though her brain had endured a momentary malfunction — she'd just been complimented by Percy Weasley.

        "Thanks." She replied, slowly, her suspicion slowly leaving her and a small smile crawling onto her features. "Well, you're the best at everything else. So, I've got to pick up the slack, I suppose."

        The red-headed boy let out a light chuckle at her response as their conversation lulled and the two of them sank back into a silence that was not as uncomfortable as it had been previously.

        Although still rather incredulous, Dria let out a calm breath and allowed herself to observe the bedside where he sat. She took a step forward and began walking along the other side of the bed. There had been very little change since Penny had first arrived in the Hospital Wing; Jackie's mirror still rested on the bedside table, the Hufflepuff had yet to find the nerve to reclaim it.

        But Dria noted there was another addition to the bedside table; in a small baby blue vase sat a small array of pink gypsophila. The blonde spared a quick glance at the Weasley boy who was intently looking upon the still-petrified Ravenclaw.  

        "Did you charm these?" She asked, softly, arching an eyebrow as she gently rearranged the display.

        "Um— yeah, yeah I did."

        "They're lovely." She assured, a small smile edging onto her features. "I can only manage the white ones. But I know she prefers—"

        "Prefers the pink." Percy cut her off with a nod, mirroring the same smile that the Lockaby girl wore.

         Dria's words fell silent on her lips as he finished her sentence, and a light chuckle replaced them instead, as she let her hands drop from the flower display.

        "Yeah, she does."

        And thus, their conversation ceased once more. However, something in Dria yearned for her to maintain the conversation, maybe feeling she owed as much to Penny. And so she desperately looked around in search of something she could possibly use as a catalyst for another exchange.

        "Who—?" Dria faltered slightly as her eyebrows arched and she pulled her gaze back from the door —where it had drifted in her pursuit — and looked back to Percy. "Who brought you here?"

        The question was a fairly reasonable one. After all, in light of the current events, no one student was permitted to leave their Common Room without the accompaniment of a member of staff — Percy would know that.

        "Um, well— nobody." He explained slowly, wincing ever so slightly as he cast a wary glance towards the door. "I sort of came on my own accord."

       Dria couldn't help but laugh, although it was a brief bark of a laugh which she soon smothered with her hand.

        "Perfect Prefect Percy Weasley breaking rules?" She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest with a small smirk. "Will wonders ever cease?"

         The reaction clearly amused the red-headed Weasley as well, as he cast a sheepish glance down to his feet with a light chuckle before looking back at her, wincing slightly.

        "Don't tell?"

        "Don't worry." Dria assured him, "I've got better things to do."

       "Like take care of her?" Percy guessed, sparing a gentle nod in Penny's direction, his gaze lingering on her ever so slightly.

        "Well, all of them." The blonde corrected him, gesturing at the rest of the petrified victims that lay in hospital beds around them.

         "Oh, yeah. I mean it's not just her, is it?" Percy tried to correct himself quickly, an apologetic look crossing his features as he followed Dria's gaze. "Obviously."

         "There's a few."

         "Yep."

         The two of them exchanged tight-lipped smiles before Dria cast a quick glance down to her watch, which had ticked on by a few minutes since she'd last checked. Letting out a light exhale, she met Percy's gaze and offered him a look of apology.

        "I'll be leaving in a bit and a Professor is coming to get me so if you don't want to—"

       It was clear what she meant. If the Weasley boy was there when she was collected, there was no doubt that — whichever teacher it was — would launch into a lengthy lecture about the severity and recklessness of his actions. Dria was sure they'd hammer it home even more considering he was a prefect, intended to reinforce such rules.

        "Yeah, good point." Percy exhaled, rising to his feet as taking a few steps around the bed, still sparing the odd glance back at the Ravenclaw girl. "I suppose I should be going."

        "She's okay." Dria assured him as he passed her, offering him the slightest of a comforting smile. "And it won't be for much longer."

        "Thanks, Dria."

        "No problem, Percy."

        And with that, she watched the Weasley boy exit from the Hospital Wing with a gentle smile and the realisation that, as annoyingly perfect he seemed to be, maybe he wasn't so bad.

***

IT HAD SEEMED THAT Dria sent Percy away in the perfect time as, not too long after his departure, Professor Vector showed up with a thin smile across her lips as she met the Lockaby girl at the door.

A polite conversation endured — Dria was grateful it only took five minutes or so to get up to the Common Room.

The Professor seemed to think a good topic to feel the silence between them was to express how disheartened she'd been when she'd found out that Dria wouldn't be taking Arithmancy to NEWT level. The blonde only offered wide eyes at her statement and quickly had to mask her bewilderment with a forced chuckle — it was no secret that Dria had only barely scraped an E in her Arithmancy OWL exam.

Luckily for the blonde girl — before the Professor could launch into a lecture about the wonders of the magical properties of numbers — the pair were greeted by the shrill operatic tones of the Fat Lady, allowing Dria to take her leave from the conversation.

A good few hours had passed since she made her escape into the Common Room, and the colour of the sky outside was gradually transitioning into a dark blue.

However, Dria was far too immersed in her studies to notice how quickly the time had passed by. She'd sat with Tess when she'd first arrived back, as the Robbins girl had managed to snag the seats by the fire with Hettie and Isolde as the three of them revised for their History of Magic exam. The blonde hadn't spared the slight thrumming in her head a second thought as she quickly grabbed her own supplies and joined them, diving into a practice essay for Potions.

         The three of them had left eventually as the Common Room became more lively with younger years, and had retreated to the dormitory in order to do their reading. Dria declined the offer to join them, she rather enjoyed the ambience; the indistinct voices chattering, the crackling of the fire. She found it calmed her, allowed her mind to not loose itself.

       However, that sensation of calming was short-lived as an announcement shook through the Common Room and — Dria assumed — the entire school; Professor McGongall had clearly charmed her voice in order to cover the distance.

         "All students are to return to their house dormitories at once." Her voice echoed, ripping Dria's concentration away from her Potions essay. "All teachers to the second floor corridor, immediately."

        Her tone held that edge to it again. It was distant but it was there, Dria wasn't sure how or when she'd become so attuned to picking it up, but it was there. It was undeniable and made her heart quicken instantaneously.

        She shook her head defiantly and turned her attention back to her essay. It wasn't unusual for a reminder to be announced, urging students to return to Common Rooms. But the second floor corridor? That she had no idea.

        She blinked hard, and put her quill to her parchment, only for an erratic scratching of ink to stain the page as the blonde attempted to regain control of her hand which had begun to shake uncontrollably.

         Discarding her quill, Dria clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. If it was another victim, the antidote was nearly ready — a matter of days, Madam Pomfrey assured her. It would be fine. She would be fine.

        "Deep breaths." She whispered to herself, her own hands tightening their grip on one another. "Deep breaths."

       As simple as the two words were — that Tess had first said to her on the night of her panic attack — Dria found extreme comfort in them and found them to be the key to getting herself out of her spiralling pit of a mind.

       She opened her eyes and her heart rate began to feel somewhat normal again. Letting out a breath, she edged ever so slight away from the fire — it was too warm. She shrugged off the cardigan that had been wrapped around her, and allowed herself to take a deep breath in. Her worry had passed and she'd survived it.

       Another breath in, then out. Tess had once assured her it was as simple as that, the trick was maintaining that belief every time panic struck.

          A quick flick of her wand scrubbed her parchment clean of the ink scribble and all evidence that the announcement had even occurred.

       Another deep breath. She took her quill in hand again, and her eyes began scanning over the words she'd already written. The calmness had returned—

       "Alright, stranger?"

        "Oh, for shit's sake!"

         Perhaps her reaction to Oliver making his presence known had been a little extreme — it had the entire Common Room faltering for a moment before quickly returning to its normal buzz.

       "Bad time?" Oliver asked with a wary smile, as Dria's eyes met his, giving him a look of apology.

        "Sorry." She groaned, budging up on the sofa before casting him a playful glare. "You scared me."

        The Keeper merely chuckled, as his gaze darted over the pieces of parchment cluttered over the table surface before the blonde girl.

        "And what's in the study plan for tonight?" He asked, his tone still wary as he surveyed her — she assumed that despite claiming to feel calm, her surroundings and overall demeanour suggested otherwise.

       "Everybody's favourite; Potions." She replied, attempting to shake off anything in her manner that would suggest she was high-strung.

       "You don't need to revise that." Oliver scoffed as he stepped around the sofa and slid into the seat next to her. Dria gave an objectionable scoff to his statement.

        "Yes, I do!" She insisted, her tone rising in kitchen ever so slightly. "I can barely decipher my antidotes from my poisons, and I—"

        She cut herself off, as the Keeper reached forward and placed a steaming mug of something in front of her with a gentle smile of his features. Dria quirked an eyebrow before leaning forward and clasping the mug in her hands.

         "What's this?"

"I brought you a tea." He replied with a nonchalant shrug, leaning back into the sofa. "That's what English people do, right? Drink tea when they're stressed?"

"First of all, I'm not stressed—"

"I beg to differ."

"Secondly." She cut him off with a light chuckle, mirroring him and leaning back into the sofa beside him. "You're incorrect, tea is for every mood."

She brought the beverage up to her lips and blew gently against the vapour steaming from the mug before taking a deep inhalation of the rich scent. She spared a grateful smile over at the Keeper.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." He chuckled, as she shuffled in her seat and crossed her legs upon the sofa cushion.

Dria revelled in the warmth that spread through from the warm mug in her grasp and from the small sips she took as the two of them sat in a comfortable silence, staring into the crackling flames of the fire.

"You want to know something?" Oliver asked, his voice lowered so as not to cause the blonde to jump.

"What?" Dria grinned, replying in the same volume, causing a grin to spread across the Quidditch Captain's face.

"I'm not failing Transfiguration." He told her with a knowing look at which she let out a light scoff.

"Well, not anymore you're not."

"No, Dria. I never was." He corrected her with a chuckle on his lips as he saw the cogs begin to turn in her head.

"What do you mean?" She asked, with a confused smile as her eyebrows furrowed. "Then why the fuck did you ask me to tutor you?"

"Because I wanted to spend time with you." He chuckled, finding amusement in the way her nose wrinkled in protest. "You're my friend. I know I'm overly committed to Quidditch, and you're in the Hospital Wing all the time so I— I just wanted to make sure we'd see each other."

Dria's confused expression slowly morphed into one of bashfulness as the Scot explained himself. She forced herself to repress the giddy smile that threatened to spread across her face at his words that made her heart warm a whole lot more that the tea had.

"You know you could have just said so." She told him, her voice low as she tried to ignore the blush rushing to her cheeks. "I'll always have time for you."

She gave his shoulder a light nudge with her own as she shuffled that slightest bit closer to him — she couldn't miss the smile that spread across his lips.

"Likewise." He assured her, repeating her gesture and nudging her shoulder back.

"Miss Lockaby?"

Dria was vey impressed with herself when she didn't jump at the sound of the greeting aimed at her. Although, her eyebrows did furrow in confusion as she turned in the direction of the voice and found Professor McGonagall standing beside the sofa with, more confusingly, her younger sister standing beside her.

"Professor McGonagall." She replied, immediately rising to her feet, passing her tea into Oliver's grasp. "Mais? What's going on?"

Maisie only spared her older sister a meagre shrug, as her gaze darted around the room in which she stood, taking in the sight of another house's Common Room.

"I'm going to need for you to come with me and your sister." McGonagall explained with a firm nod, as Dria's confused expression refused to leave her features.

"What's going on?" The blonde asked as the Professor started moving away towards the Portrait Hole. "Should I grab Michael—?"

"If you please, come with me." McGonagall cut her off quickly as she turned on her heel, causing Dria to note the urgency in her voice.

Knowing better than to ask questions — or rather knowing that even if she asked anything, the likelihood was that it would go unanswered — Dria gave the Professor a quick nod. She seized her cardigan from where it was heaped upon the sofa and hastily began pulling it over herself.

She spared a quick glance behind her at Oliver as the three of them began exiting the room. The Keeper had too risen to his feet and looked at her with a concerned look as his hands wrapped around the mug of tea he'd only just given her.

"I'll see you later?" He asked, quirking an eyebrows as Dria forced a soft smile to her lips.

"Yeah, I'm sure this is nothing." She nodded in agreement, her gaze flitting between him and her two companions leaving the room. "I'll see you."

If he'd nodded in response, Dria hadn't seen it as she scurried away through the Portrait Hole after her sister and Professor McGonagall.

        "That's the boy you like, isn't it?"

        Maisie wasted know time in asking the dreaded question as soon as the Portrait Hole shut with the Fat Lady's shrill melody echoing behind them as they descended the staircase.

        "Shut up, Mais." The blonde quickly retorted, as she fell into step with her sister, the two of them quickly bustling behind Professor McGonagall, before she lowered her voice. "What's happening?"

         "I don't know, she came with Professor Sprout to grab me and then said we needed you." Maisie explained with another shrug, Dria was more than envious of her seemingly collected manner considering the circumstances.

        "Just us?" The older Lockaby replied, her brows furrowing. "But what about—?"

        "I don't know." Maisie cut her sister off before she could finish, but she knew whose name she was going to say. "I haven't seen him for while. Maybe he'll already be there."

        Dria suppressed a derisive chuckle and shot her sister a gentle smile — the young girl would be ever the optimist. But, her older sister wasn't so sure.

         "Yeah, maybe."

         Only a few minutes after their exchange had ceased did Professor McGonagall come to a halt. Dria's confusion only grew as her eyes landed on the large entryway in which stood a statue of a Griffin; Professor Dumbledore's office.

         Dria and Maisie shared a short glance between them, both of them wondering the same thing — hadn't the Headmaster been dismissed by the board of governors? However, before either of them could open their mouths to enquire as such, they found themselves being ushered towards the Griffin statue, and standing on the beginnings of what Dria assumed would be a staircase.

        "Sherbet lemon."

        The words were crisp as they left McGonagall's lips and, with a sickening crunch of stone grinding against stone, their surroundings came alive — the staircase forming beneath their feet. Yet, this sudden advancement hadn't quite captured Dria's full attention as she called to the Professor who still stood in the corridor;

       "Professor, just what's—?"

        "I think Professor Dumbledore is best to explain." McGonagall responded, her gaze sympathetic as it joined with Dria's briefly before she vanished from sight, as the girls rose higher and higher upon the staircase.

The older girl cast a glance back to her younger sister who she could have sworn was about to say something when suddenly a new sound entered their midst and wiped whatever thought she was about to say to be wiped from her mind; the sound of a couple arguing.

"Wait a minute, is that—?"

"Oh, sweet Merlin." Dria found a small groan leaving her lips as both she and her sister recognised the all too familiar tones that were ripping into each other behind the door at the top of the staircase. "I don't have the energy to endure this."

Maisie simply mirrored the expression of her older sister as the staircase came to a grinding halt, and the two sister slowly edged through the door at its summit.

Dria had only been to Dumbledore's office once before — when Jackie had punched Marcus Flint in their fourth year and she'd been summoned as a witness to testify to the events — and it didn't seemed to have changed in the best part of two years. A grand array of portraits of former head teachers decorated the walls as did a number of bookshelves and great ornaments. Professor Dumbledore was even sat in the same position he had been then; comfortably behind his desk — the only exception in the similarities were the two figures stood in the middle of the room, engaged in an intense argument.

"Hi Mum. Hi Dad."

The two sisters winced as they looked on at the scene, but Maisie's sudden announcement of their arrival seemed to aid it in simmering down as both Allan Lockaby and Julia Appleton ceased arguing and turned their attention to the doorway. Dria's gaze met that of her mother's very briefly, and she saw the woman's jaw clench ever so slightly.

"Are you alright?" Their father asked upon seeing them, his eyebrows furrowing as they gingerly walked through the doorway. "What's happening?"

However, while their father's attitude seemed riddled with concern — as evidenced by the way his eyes scanned them over in alarm, their mother's could not seem more dissimilar.

"Is this going to take long Professor?" Julia asked, ripping her gaze from her eldest daughter and turned to speak to her old headmaster. "I have a meeting—"

"Jules, if it's the kids it can wait—" Allan cut her off quickly, his attention diverting from his daughters as his ex-wife began to speak.

"Some things can't, Al!"

"We can't have this conversation again, Jules!"

Dria couldn't help but exhale at the exchange unfolding before her eyes, and gave Maisie a quick nudge so they could manoeuvre past their arguing parents and towards the headmaster who looked on at the two adults with a glint of mild humour in his eyes.

"Sorry about this, Professor." The older Lockaby winced as his gaze invited them to sit in the two chairs that stood before his desk.

He was quick to dismiss her apology with a small smile as the two sister sank into their seats, attempting to drown out the sounds of their parents' persistent arguing. However, it wasn't long before the sound of a throat being cleared was heard and the two voices faded into silence, both adults looking in the direction of the old wizard sat at the head of the room.

"If I may?" Professor Dumbledore asked, with a raised eyebrow that beckoned the couple forward in the direction of his desk who quickly did as requested, their faces bearing the slightest glint of embarrassment.

"Sorry, Professor."

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore."

The Professor gave another nod acknowledging their apology as the two adults settled themselves behind the chairs their two daughters sat in.

"I have to apologise for inconvenience my summoning you here might have caused," Dumbledore began, shooting a glance at Dria's mother whose gaze shot to the floor. "But I promise it would not be done if the situation were not so severe."

Dria felt her breathing hitch a little at his words, if his eyes had born a twinkle some minutes ago, it was long gone as they looked on each of them one by one.

"Severe?"

Dria heard her father repeat the Professor's words warily, before feeling the gentle weight of a comforting hand of her shoulder. She spared a soft glance up at the figure behind her who met her gaze with a look of apology; it seemed Julia Appleton was finally listening.

"Tonight, a message from the Heir of Slytherin was found on the wall of the second floor corridor." Dumbledore told the four of them gently, his gaze following a pattern as he surveyed them; first Maisie, then Dria, then Julia and Allan.

Dria felt her heart begin to thrum and her breathing hitch again. She knew that announcement had meant something terrible. Yet, she tried to focus on her mother's hand that remained on her shoulder; a comforting grasp that tightened in reassurance as the Professor continued to speak.

"It seems our worst fear has been realised." He told them, a solemn edge to his voice. "A student has been taken by the monster into the chamber itself."

Dria could have sworn all breath left her body at his words, as her gaze followed his, settling on each member of her family — all but one. Maisie was wrong — he hadn't been the office already and McGonagall hadn't collected him with her. Dria shook her head as the pieces began falling into place.

"No, not—"

But Dria could hardly form the words as the Professor knowingly met her gaze, before directing his attention at the two parents and confirming their fears;

"Your son, Michael Lockaby."

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oh michael, my boy.

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