Lucius speaks like he's quoting "Love Letters of Great Men"... Such words are too heavy for a small, dark room that is not even worth Cedric's finger paintings! My mind likes to stick to the image of a drawing Cedric, because the other parts are so depressing. Poor Amos. He got himself in such a huge mess that I can't imagine the best glue in the world could fix it again. Looking forward to your solution to this! *coughs* Happy ending... *nudge, nudge*