Cinema is the language of structuring split-second fragments in coherent order. Eli knew this well, having been trained laboriously through non-linear retakes. The careful craft of the artform brings forth an illusion that, wedged between dolly shots and award-winning monologues, raw, unprocessed truth awaits its moment of revelation. Most of the time, however, what is true is dependent merely on a specific configuration of pixels and words. Charles, being the son of a Wizengamot member, knew this also. So it could be an actor and his manager walking down a street, violet-red and light golden heads bobbing alongside each other. But they were once two old friends watching movies, then two enemies darting through the ministry of magic, and in another time and place, lovers. That is their cinema, an unpleasant, and affectionate, chronology So take a shot, a single split-second, and guess.