kind of frail, I feel it in my bones (undecided) wrote in vindicatus, @ 2019-08-05 21:21:00 |
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No one, not even he himself, was going to break Ernie Macmillan down to the point where he recoiled into the life he didn't want and put it over what he loved most -- his friends. Not if Hannah had anything to say about it, so she got her pregnant self off of the couch and tossed her journal to the ground, explained to Neville that she had business to take care of, and headed downstairs to the fireplace in the main room. Flooing to Ernie's flat was no problem, not when she was one of the few people who had access to it. She wasted no time once she was out, her lips pursed into a tight line as she walked with purpose. I just don't feel like I have a place anymore and shouldn't try to force myself into one. Hannah didn't care what little bug had weaseled it's way into Ernie's brain, she was about to take it right back out. He'd clearly heard the Floo go off, because he was heading out into the hallway when she met him. Lips pressing together even harder, Hannah walked right up to Ernie and raised her hand, slapping him straight across the cheek. |