"There's more than one outcome or so I've learned." From what he's heard, there's his world and then the more common variant of the Dark Lord falling early. "In my world, I started fighting at eleven and finished at twenty-two, which might give you a rough timeline to match things to."

As he pulls out and hands over a rather long, and worryingly detailed list of injuries, there's another short flurry of texting as Sebastian tries, and most likely fails, to reassure the Malfoys of his safety and relative good health. "I've told the Malfoys -- the younger, paired set -- that I was at the doctor's and there was a hiccough in the testing procedure. Mrs Malfoy'll know it's a lie. What would you have me say to her?"