( he speaks so easily of his little sister to people, his little sister; and when he talks about her it's normally the little girl he knew, who'd cry when she found bugs in the flowers or lost her favorite ribbon in the hallways somewhere, who needed her older brother, and less — though just as glowingly when he does — of the girl older than him now, prefect at school, a beautiful young woman. this is the closest he's ever come to directly admitting to someone how much of her life he's missed, lost in the dark for a decade. )
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( he speaks so easily of his little sister to people, his little sister; and when he talks about her it's normally the little girl he knew, who'd cry when she found bugs in the flowers or lost her favorite ribbon in the hallways somewhere, who needed her older brother, and less — though just as glowingly when he does — of the girl older than him now, prefect at school, a beautiful young woman. this is the closest he's ever come to directly admitting to someone how much of her life he's missed, lost in the dark for a decade. )