☕ ONE. [video]
Stop it! [Hermione's voice is shrill and pained. Then again, one can hardly blame her. Before she arrived in Anatole, she had been held under the Cruciatus Curse by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.]
Wh-Where am I...? [Her lip is bleeding and her face is the color of pale parchment.] Harry? Ron?! [She clutches her arm to her chest, grimacing.] I need help. S-Somebody, please?
[She struggles to her feet, reaching to pull the Forge closer.]
I'm l-looking for two boys. One h-has black hair and the other had red hair...a-and freckles. [A saddened expression crosses her features.] They're m-my best friends. I n-need to help them g-get out of... [Biting her lip, Hermione felt tears welling in her eyes. They fell down her cheeks, making her feel even more miserable.]
Th-This is awful.
Wh-Where am I...? [Her lip is bleeding and her face is the color of pale parchment.] Harry? Ron?! [She clutches her arm to her chest, grimacing.] I need help. S-Somebody, please?
[She struggles to her feet, reaching to pull the Forge closer.]
I'm l-looking for two boys. One h-has black hair and the other had red hair...a-and freckles. [A saddened expression crosses her features.] They're m-my best friends. I n-need to help them g-get out of... [Biting her lip, Hermione felt tears welling in her eyes. They fell down her cheeks, making her feel even more miserable.]
Th-This is awful.