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Awarlesta Black · 12-13-2016, 03:30 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Jittery little bugger, wasn't he? Emma gave little in the way of acknowledgement to the wand that slid into his palm. A sign of a guilty conscience, or maybe someone who didn't quite know how this place worked.

When you went drawing your wand at every little incident, you quickly became a target.

"I don't have any eggs, and you don't have anymore chances." The words gave little in the way of explanation, but she was done talking. He was as thick headed as the children she sometimes found herself chasing out of the alley--the ones she didn't have the goblin keep anyway. Did she want to keep him?

The boy might have fetched a decent price...most of him anyway. The ears were nice.

Ironically enough, he had given up at that point. He would've left after the final no, but it seemed the twenty year old pushed it one step too far.

A sharp pain caused him to cry out, the pouch of galleons scattering on the floor. His eyes wildly sought out the source, catching the glance of the goblin digging into his leg.

The second hit made him collapse forward, grabbing onto the witch's wrists. He was hit with a wave of flashes of memories and emotions, blinding him from reacting to save his life.

12-13-2016, 03:30 AM	#147 (permalink)
Awarlesta Black MO & IMC Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: #1e3b69 #7ea16b Posts: 1,899 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sirius R. Hazelwood Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyx M. Lawrence Hufflepuff Fifth Year	Rucole Club Club\|\| film lyfe \|\| mac and cheese queen\|\| exits with trunkshot Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Jittery little bugger, wasn't he? Emma gave little in the way of acknowledgement to the wand that slid into his palm. A sign of a guilty conscience, or maybe someone who didn't quite know how this place worked. When you went drawing your wand at every little incident, you quickly became a target. "I don't have any eggs, and you don't have anymore chances." The words gave little in the way of explanation, but she was done talking. He was as thick headed as the children she sometimes found herself chasing out of the alley--the ones she didn't have the goblin keep anyway. Did she want to keep him? The boy might have fetched a decent price...most of him anyway. The ears were nice. Ironically enough, he had given up at that point. He would've left after the final no, but it seemed the twenty year old pushed it one step too far. A sharp pain caused him to cry out, the pouch of galleons scattering on the floor. His eyes wildly sought out the source, catching the glance of the goblin digging into his leg. The second hit made him collapse forward, grabbing onto the witch's wrists. He was hit with a wave of flashes of memories and emotions, blinding him from reacting to save his life. __________________