He managed to rein in the compulsive urge he had to square up to the other boy and teach him a thing or two about manners. He wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore. This was Vayssière turf. Today was a lucky day for the unsavoury Slytherin boy in the ankle swingers though. Why? Because there was a plan in place and Luc wasn’t going to deviate from it.
Besides, what happened next wasn’t a bad consolation.
CARNAGE.
Carnage he surely had absolutely nothing to do with because he TOO had had a few mouthfuls of the fruit infused water and he TOO was sprouting feathers. A rather impressive set of tail feathers to be precise.
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