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    'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

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    Aomine really wants to see Kuroko wearing his jersey. Just once!

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    Napoleon taps him on the shoulder in Istanbul and Illya almost punches him.

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    The natural next step after Napoleon figured out that he was neither dead nor captured, had been for him to open his eyes. Which was of course the exact moment Illya ruined all of Napoleon’s plans by speaking.

    “You said he’d be awake by now."

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    10 Oct 2015

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    Illya opened the file, tilting it so that Morana could see it from where she sat beside him. Even on her haunches, the great white wolf’s head cleared the table; like Illya, Morana was outsized. Her pointed ears pricked up as Illya glanced at the photograph pinned to the documents: it was a polaroid, already fading and a little out of focus, showing the side profile of a handsome, broad-shouldered man, his hair impeccably slicked back, dressed in a elegantly tailored charcoal suit that tapered down to narrow hips. His daemon was perched over his shoulders, a red fox with a white throat and belly, black paws pressed wide for balance, the thick brush of its tail curled around its human’s neck.

    “An art thief?” Morana asked, her voice husky, indifferent. "Interesting."

    Illya turned a page. “He escaped from the Magisterium in New Denmark?”

    “Apparently.” Oleg nodded. “Resurfaced in Tartary. That’s where that photograph was taken.”

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