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{ crystal splinters }

His steps, so light they could have been the gentle touch of wind on the pavement, did not make his presence known. Good thing, too. The knowledge of a presence could mean the difference between survival and its opposite, and Draco had no wish to be located.

"It's so cold," Pansy complained.

He clapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened, indignant. Despite the danger, Draco rolled his eyes. If you can't keep your mouth shut, he mouthed though, at the moment, he felt more like hissing the sentence at her. Then don't follow me. Get out, go back.

"You're being mean," she hissed, breaking free of his grip. "Didn't the Dark Lord say you'll need a partner for this, before he told me to accompany you?"

"I figured," Draco said coldly, his voice far lower but still deadlier than hers, as a gloved hand picked up a parchment on the floor, and tapped it. SpeRevelio. "That to be his manner of indicating that he did not have enough men available to man this mission, and trusted I could complete it on my own."

"How dare you," Pansy glowered.

He ignored her.


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