Night Hunts: Series of Drabbles
107. blood
Remus waited quietly just outside the doorway, taking in the carnage with a dispassionate eye. The tiny droplets of blood already blending into the little rosebuds in the wallpaper, the small silver bell that had fallen off a child’s anklet and like its owner, crushed into the drenched carpet, the shards of a broken feather peeking out of ( Read more... )
Remus waited quietly just outside the doorway, taking in the carnage with a dispassionate eye. The tiny droplets of blood already blending into the little rosebuds in the wallpaper, the small silver bell that had fallen off a child’s anklet and like its owner, crushed into the drenched carpet, the shards of a broken feather peeking out of ( Read more... )
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