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DaniDiNardo · 12-13-2016, 03:17 AM

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Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black

Sleater locked his eyes on her as she made her way close to him. He slid his wand to the palm of his hand as a cautionary. His other hand pulled out a small pouch. "How many galleons will it take for you to tell me where I can find them?" Oh my merlin, he was internally sweating so much. Mama, I love you.

Jittery little bugger, wasn't he? Emma gave little in the way of acknowledgement to the wand that slid into his palm. A sign of a guilty conscience, or maybe someone who didn't quite know how this place worked.

When you went drawing your wand at every little incident, you quickly became a target.

"I don't have any eggs, and you don't have anymore chances." The words gave little in the way of explanation, but she was done talking. He was as thick headed as the children she sometimes found herself chasing out of the alley--the ones she didn't have the goblin keep anyway. Did she want to keep him?

The boy might have fetched a decent price...most of him anyway. The ears were nice.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black Sleater locked his eyes on her as she made her way close to him. He slid his wand to the palm of his hand as a cautionary. His other hand pulled out a small pouch. "How many galleons will it take for you to tell me where I can find them?" Oh my merlin, he was internally sweating so much. Mama, I love you. Jittery little bugger, wasn't he? Emma gave little in the way of acknowledgement to the wand that slid into his palm. A sign of a guilty conscience, or maybe someone who didn't quite know how this place worked. When you went drawing your wand at every little incident, you quickly became a target. "I don't have any eggs, and you don't have anymore chances." The words gave little in the way of explanation, but she was done talking. He was as thick headed as the children she sometimes found herself chasing out of the alley--the ones she didn't have the goblin keep anyway. Did she want to keep him? The boy might have fetched a decent price...most of him anyway. The ears were nice. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.