the mods need croissants to properly slapé the hos (bw_mods) wrote in blurred_war, @ 2010-08-22 19:07:00 |
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Biggest of All Lost Lovers' Spats (BALLS) [01][02][03][04][05][06][07] 30. Brutus Scrimgeour (7) and Juliet Scrimgeour (6) Brutus thought he heard a howl in the distance. Did werewolves howl, in human form? He licked his lips nervously and the hair was standing up on the back of his neck, but to anyone nearby—which was to say, his sister—he looked unafraid, just with the same intense look of concentration and pent-up aggression that he wore into every Quidditch match. Trudy was in over her head. She'd followed the others out into the battle and without realizing it found herself quite far from the camp. She'd been doing her best with the spells she'd learned in dueling practice and from Morty but all she kept thinking was that she still wasn't ready for this. She'd mostly managed to avoid one-on-one dueling and her defensive spells had kept her safe enough but she did not know how much longer she could rely on that. She didn't belong here. Ignatius had not wanted to be put in such a position again, but it turned out that what he wanted had no barring on what would end up happening to him. He had to deal with whatever fate dealt him, and he thought he could handle the unknown so long as the it had nothing to do with death or dismemberment.
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