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Holy-- I was just settling me and Scott down for the night, when a patronus whisked into the room. Dumbledore's patronus, telling me to come outside.

I all but tripped over a woman lying on the doorstep. She had a few shreds of rope bonds wrapped around her wrists and ankles--looks like she'd been trussed up like a Christmas goose--but they've been cut.

There was a note pinned to her tunic, and it said, 'I thought you could use a bit of stimulating conversation this evening. Here's to new acquaintances from an old one (I'm sure that you remember that my favourite sweet was Sherbet Lemons. Although I quite approve of the shortbread that Minerva has available in her office instead).'

She's groggy, but she's coming round. And get this: she said her name's Pleniloquence.