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Al gritted his teeth in disgust as the man explained what he had done to Sander. He glanced quickly at Drake, and instantly saw the hostility in his eyes. We can't risk anything right now, the situation is too delicate, Al thought, his mind whirring as he pondered the various courses of action they could take. Who knows what Malfoy might do if we kill one of his minions. He shot a quick glare at his half-draconian colleague, warning him to calm down.

"Should I give you a moment to think about it?" Jim asked, pointing towards the door, as if to indicate that he could leave for a while.

"There's no need," Al said, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. "We've already decided that we're not telling you anything. No matter what you do, you can't get any information out of me, or my friends."