Tim doesn't need much more of an explanation than that. He stops dead for a moment, considers the words quietly, and then - moves on. Keeps going.
The fact that Zacharie doesn't elaborate means a lot, he thinks. An awful lot. He scrambles out of the passageway and follows along to the portrait of the Fat Lady, the looming entrance to the common room he remembers.]
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Tim doesn't need much more of an explanation than that. He stops dead for a moment, considers the words quietly, and then - moves on. Keeps going.
The fact that Zacharie doesn't elaborate means a lot, he thinks. An awful lot. He scrambles out of the passageway and follows along to the portrait of the Fat Lady, the looming entrance to the common room he remembers.]
I appreciate it, [Tim says, at last.] Thanks.