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Completely made up. Fiction, not real. This is for Griffndor because I should be writing you-know-what but for some reason ... I can't!
You know he will see you. He is going to be furious; he is going to be madder than he’s ever been before. But you don’t care. You were onstage and the urge to crowd surf was overwhelming. Launching yourself into a sea of arms was probably not the most intelligent thing you’ve ever done but the adrenaline rush was second to none.
He will not see it that way. But he should have been there, he promised he would be and then he disappointed you. Deep down you realise it’s not really his fault. Hollywood doesn’t honour a Master’s promise…
But it’s too late for all that now. You head for your dressing room, whistling jauntily. The whistle dies on your lips when you open the door and find…
Nemesis waiting.
You know he will see you. He is going to be furious; he is going to be madder than he’s ever been before. But you don’t care. You were onstage and the urge to crowd surf was overwhelming. Launching yourself into a sea of arms was probably not the most intelligent thing you’ve ever done but the adrenaline rush was second to none.
He will not see it that way. But he should have been there, he promised he would be and then he disappointed you. Deep down you realise it’s not really his fault. Hollywood doesn’t honour a Master’s promise…
But it’s too late for all that now. You head for your dressing room, whistling jauntily. The whistle dies on your lips when you open the door and find…
Nemesis waiting.