Eward was secretly enjoying the fight; it gave him a distraction, a release of the anger which had been building up inside him for days. As Harry pushed him backwards, Eward growled once more and grabbed hold of his friend's arms, gripping him so he might not be able to attack him again. "Fuck off," he hissed, locked in a battle of wills and strength.
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