I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good - Private message to Justin and Sally Anne

I met up with the twins last night. They were very willing volunteers - I had the impression that they think it would be nift to be a legilimens, but I didn't spend too much time trying to convince them that it's actually quite the opposite.

I suppose the good news is that I could tell that each of their memories of the other's death were fake. It's hard to explain how I could tell - I suppose it's best to compare it to a puppet show, or maybe a badly restored photograph or portrait. The movements are jerky and the sounds don't match up. I'm sure the memory seems real if it's happening in your own head, though, and it must have been horrid.

Anyway. I think hearing me explain how I could tell the memory was fake made them feel better. And they promised not to tell the other adults what I can do.

But they did say I should tell the rest of the lock. I'm not so sure, though.