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A patch of moonlight splashes through the window in Tonks' room, pooling on the cushion of Crowley's armchair.

She stares at it for a few moments, and then speaks into the darkness.

"He'll be fine."

Tonks nods resolutely, not entirely certain who she's trying to reassure, and rolls over to face the wall.

Until sleep claims her, she prays.

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