derrick. (purelyderrick) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-23 15:09:00 |
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Thomas hadn't any intention of doing enough fighting to risk himself when he'd apparated to the scene of the batter. Watching the Dark Lord best Gregorovitch had promised to be good sport and he couldn't resist a chance to spectate, but he hadn't expected the rebels to be there in such strong force. He winced at the sting in his shoulder as he pointed his wand at the door to his home to unlock it. Someone had gotten him good from behind there, whether intentionally or not. It could have been worse, he supposed as he limped through the doorway and suppressed a groan for the ache across his midsection. Fucking Gryffindors. He was sure he recognized the young man who'd been responsible of most of these injuries from their school days. He'd live, of course, but right now he was far from comfortable. Where is that girl? he wondered idly as he moved into the bedroom and pulled off his jumper to closer examine his injuries. He hissed as that motion sent another wave of pain through his shoulder. He was going to be sore for a few days, at least, even if he could get himself healed. |