Leila had decided to approach her son a minute or two after the conference was brought to an official close... in the most uneventful and anticlimactic manner she'd yet witnessed for any gathering of magic people she had attended. The worst thing that had happened was that she saw him drink himself into some kind of bitter angry stupor. She'd take it over more people getting murdered, even though it made figuring out how to talk to him in this setting more difficult than it was already.
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