Jun 11, 2008 22:09
I'm fairly sure that he knows now. The opening of their new shop was delayed for unnown reasons; a move that I can't see the two of them making, if it was not for my visit. He didn't know at the time. I'm sure of it. Each move, each word was just as I imagine it is for the traitor. It was tempting just to take him there... to cut him deeply and watch him bleed or simply apparate him to a deep dungeon.
The boy has played on my mind all week, imagining what his dreams and nightmares are like. Does he dream of me... of blood? Our time was far too short.
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