Call me Croaker

"My dear, the things I could tell you - if I wasn't under the strictest of confidences, of course." Buford Croaker smiled in a charming manner at the young woman trying to interview him.

"As the name implies, what happens to an Unspeakable remains - unspoken," he laughed quietly at his own joke.

Intense dark eyes narrowed suddenly. "Tell me what you've heard."

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This is a character journal for __lightning__