 Slytherin by heart
Armand found himself an empty table and rested at it. He really wanted to be at home. His kids were probably there, playing their games, and getting better by the minute. He was not going to be beaten out by three nine-year-olds at a racing game. After all, he could actually drive, and they couldn't. He should always have the advantage. Maybe he was lucky and they were just playing on their computers. Some free game they all played with each other. He was tempted to take a peek, but had promised them he wouldn't spy on them while he was away. However, he was bored. He remembered how much Slade shuddered every time he uttered those words and chuckled to himself.
Slade, what have you done to me?
I've done to you? I should think it would be the other way around.
Perhaps.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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