This...Harry sighs. Marcus’s trust in him is inconvenient, sometimes. He has to answer. “It’s from the lines that Umbridge made me write when she was Defense professor at Hogwarts. She used a Blood Quill,” Harry adds, because Marcus’s brow is furrowing as if he’s trying to understand what’s so bad about lines. “She was upset that I was telling the truth about Voldemort’s return, she thought it was lies, so…that.” He nods to the scar.
Marcus’s breathing is abruptly hoarse and deep, although he’s cradling Harry’s hand as gently as ever. The sheet is suffering from the way his other fist tightens, though.
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This...Harry sighs. Marcus’s trust in him is inconvenient, sometimes. He has to answer. “It’s from the lines that Umbridge made me write when she was Defense professor at Hogwarts. She used a Blood Quill,” Harry adds, because Marcus’s brow is furrowing as if he’s trying to understand what’s so bad about lines. “She was upset that I was telling the truth about Voldemort’s return, she thought it was lies, so…that.” He nods to the scar.
Marcus’s breathing is abruptly hoarse and deep, although he’s cradling Harry’s hand as gently as ever. The sheet is suffering from the way his other fist tightens, though.
I agree with Marcus throw her in the dungeon.
😀
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