 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
If the walls and floor weren't covered in....well if they were clean, he may have dropped his head against them. Moral of the story, of the situation; never get two head Auror's in a room together. Sure, there was more to it than that, but it was the immediate situation Sabel was seeing. Auror's...had a complex.
Letting out a heavy breath, he shook his head and returned to his scrubbing as the man left. There was only a pause when Damien spoke to him, and though the man was all smiles, smirks and winks, Sabel could only return a flat look. Who did Damien think he was, to just run off and 'tattle' on the man he put the trust of his life in? He was fairly certain Damien knew he wouldn't, but that didn't stop the frown that furrowed his brow from being very prominent.
"I think you hexed the wrong person." And that was all he would say of that. His eyes and hands returned to his task. The sooner he was done it, the sooner he could be rid of Damien's company. As much as he didn't like the other man harping on Damien, he wasn't in particular enjoyment of the man's sense of pleasantries at the moment.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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