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DaniDiNardo · 12-13-2016, 04:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black

Ironically enough, he had given up at that point. He would've left after the final no, but it seemed the twenty year old pushed it one step too far.

A sharp pain caused him to cry out, the pouch of galleons scattering on the floor. His eyes wildly sought out the source, catching the glance of the goblin digging into his leg.

The second hit made him collapse forward, grabbing onto the witch's wrists. He was hit with a wave of flashes of memories and emotions, blinding him from reacting to save his life.

On cue, as always, the goblin took care of an itch that was beginning to irritate her. If she were the type, he may have received praise for it, but the woman simply stood there staring as the young man fell to the floor.

A fire flared in her eyes when his hand latched on to her. "Get the hell off me." She commanded, a gash swiftly appearing by the wrist bone as a means of encouraging release. It was a simple wandless, severing charm, one she'd hardly applied but if he insisted on holding on, he would find himself short of a hand and korpsit would be another body part richer.

Emma grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his head up so he could look at her. "There are no dragon eggs here." She repeated in a chilled whisper. "There won't be dragon eggs here tomorrow. The Hag's already made her stew so I'll let you live. I don't care how the hell you do it but get out of my shop."

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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 Ironically enough, he had given up at that point. He would've left after the final no, but it seemed the twenty year old pushed it one step too far. A sharp pain caused him to cry out, the pouch of galleons scattering on the floor. His eyes wildly sought out the source, catching the glance of the goblin digging into his leg. The second hit made him collapse forward, grabbing onto the witch's wrists. He was hit with a wave of flashes of memories and emotions, blinding him from reacting to save his life. On cue, as always, the goblin took care of an itch that was beginning to irritate her. If she were the type, he may have received praise for it, but the woman simply stood there staring as the young man fell to the floor. A fire flared in her eyes when his hand latched on to her. "Get the hell off me." She commanded, a gash swiftly appearing by the wrist bone as a means of encouraging release. It was a simple wandless, severing charm, one she'd hardly applied but if he insisted on holding on, he would find himself short of a hand and korpsit would be another body part richer. Emma grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his head up so he could look at her. "There are no dragon eggs here." She repeated in a chilled whisper. "There won't be dragon eggs here tomorrow. The Hag's already made her stew so I'll let you live. I don't care how the hell you do it but get out of my shop." __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.