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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dora's eyes narrowed unconsciously at the intrusion of someone into her line of sight of the woman. Not that she wouldn't mind someone with sense, but she really didn't want anyone in a path of a curse. She was in that headspace she often got when dueling, with not much of fucking anything else aside from what she was doing actually mattered. It was a dangerous place, both for her and for others.

"She left without paying for a very expensive upgrade to her son's prosthetic," Dora said in a flat, calm voice, which was at odds with how upset she obviously was.

"She cursed my son's hand!" the woman shrieked, almost hysterical. "That Death Eater bitch wanted to curse my baby!"

Dora's cheek noticeably ticked a couple of times, and she balled her hands into fists to keep from doing something that would get her arrested. "You owe me money for my work!"

"You're not fit to do anything but rot in prison!"

"Fuck off and give me the money!"

"Screw you and die!"

She sucked in a loud breath, fists tightening further.