Don Juan rather thought Uncle Klaas deserved the shock, withholding information as he had, but was not going to say so. Instead he offered the girl a tight and mercenary smile. "Well then we shall ensure that he does not." Don Juan had never met anyone in Ana's family while she had been alive; he didn't relish the idea of doing so now, after she had been telling who-only-knew what kind of stories about him for a decade. But no one knew Kaatjie was here; that was good. That meant they could pretend it had never happened, once he managed to get her sent off back through the floo. Provided —

"What name do you use?" he asked, preparing to take a long drink. "Dempsey or Spaans?"

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