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Al looked over to Drake. Why wasn't he helping? Well, Al thought, pausing in his efforts to help Sander, that guy did say something about a visit. And considering where we are, it won't be a friendly one. He must be sick with worry... Al was pulled from his thoughts by a small yet audible whimper from Sander.

Suddenly, [Sander's] usually grey eyes turned into a dark shade of purple, almost black, spreading from his pupil and covering the iris and almost the entire eye, before they turned back to normal. His breath hitched as he fell over, his hands letting go of his knees in order to keep every ounce of self-control focused on keeping the wolf at bay.

"Drake!" Al called, beckoning his friend over. "Sander's in trouble, I need your help!"

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Lucius was standing in the entry hall, extremely bored, when he heard James returning.

"Lucy, m'dear?" Jim called sweetly as he came up the stairs. "Unfortunately the prisoners aren't too willing to co-operate. We should, however, expect a visit from Mr. Potter and friends any time soon, if my theory is correct. Also, do you really need the werewolf for anything? Because that may prove to be difficult in the immediate future."

The dark wizard sighed, slowly turning to face his cohort. The man could at least try to say his name correctly. "Yes, we need the werewolf. He could prove to be a valuable ally if we can break him. Not only is he on speaking terms with Potter, he knows Bartholomew Kreazil as well. He could be a good spy. As for any more visitors," he said, turning to look at the pouring rain outside, "I believe we can handle them"

((It is still raining, right? It makes for a much more dramatic atmosphere.))