Charlotte’s mother was incensed. “Whoever you are, I don’t think you have the right to just barge in and start arresting people.”
“Ma’am,” Captain Rosenkranz said, “I’m going to have to ask you to back away.”
“Mom!” Charlotte said, “Don’t you know who these soldiers are?”
“Who are they?”
“They’re from the Literary Violations Bureau.” Charlotte looked at Captain Rosenkranz with a mixture of awe and dread.
“Wow,” said Charlotte’s dad, “I’d heard about these people, but I didn’t think they were real.”
“Real is relative,” said the cat.
Pointedly ignoring this last comment, Charlotte turned to the captain. “But why are you coming after us? We haven’t done anything.”
“He has,” Captain Rosenkranz said, pointing at Brandon, who was starting to look very pale, even for a ghost.
“Brandon? Whatever you think he did, I’m sure he’s innocent.”
“Oh, is that what you call him? Why don’t you ask him his real name.”
TOM MARVELO RIDDLE!
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