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“It was absolute pandemonium, wasn’t it,” mused Mirabella, looking over the top of the paper from the corner. “Who would have thought such violence could occur at a charity benefit?”
Her voice was studiedly neutral, her eyes cool. There was some undertone to her words–uncertainty, amusement?–that likely couldn’t be discerned unless one knew her well. And who knew Mirabella Zabini well, anyway?
“ THAT’S ... ONE WAY to describe what happened, “ ( black ) coffee brought up to charlie’s lips. if it wasn’t already obvious, he was worried. and who could blame him or anyone that were worried over what was happening? “ you don’t seem concerned, “ the wix commented. not accusing or pointing fingers. simply making an observation. “ i assume you were there? i was at the weird sisters when it happened. “















