Trafficking with Triffids
Chapter 4: Memory Man
In the village of Ottery St Frideswide, something had at last happened to disturb its placid existence. All around the green, curtains twitched as the residents watched the tall man and the girl in torn jeans and bright pink hair make their way to number thirteen.
Inside, they soon located Lockhart, now festooned with puce-coloured dreadlocks, and his unwilling accomplice. Tonks was gazing avidly at Gilderoy, and probably, Kingsley realised with a groan, planning to copy him.
"Ah, Gilderome previously. Now I remember how you tricked me into writing all your books for you, and how you stole..."
Kingsley turned to Tonks. "It seems," he said, "that there should be plenty here to keep the Wizengamot busy for quite a long time..."
THE END