Lily was sitting on the couch in front of it wrapped in a blanket, watching the news with a kind of sick fascination. She was healed, but still a little sore, and she tired quickly, so she was under orders to rest. Given the kind of person she was, that was not an easy thing for her.Ceri stood at one of the windows looking out at the horde of reporters and cameramen who had been besieging the house since Ceri and Lily had got home. There were police out there as well; uniformed Greycoats officers stood at both gates and patrolled the fence. None of them could see in; the illusion which made the house look like something off a Gothic horror set also made the windows seem to be in different places than they were. Ceri watched the throng, her brow wrinkled.‘They aren’t going to leave any time soon,’ Lily commented. ‘They can’t get in. There’s not much point in watching them.’‘There’s not much point in watching them rehash the same news, but you are.’‘I keep thinking there might be something new.’‘Like what?’‘Well, there was that statement from the Ministry a couple of hours ago.’Ceri gave a grunt.
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