 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Sigh. Why did this sort always come at this time of the day? What was it about the early evening atmosphere that made others certifiably crazy and, far worse, pathetic?
Emma watched him struggle to gain his footing, ever alert as she hoped the goblin was too. You didn't underestimate your opponent, not even when they were clearly beaten and certainly not when they were reaching for their wand. His choppy movements gave enough time for even her 2 year old to react. It left her wondering why he even bothered. In a situation like this, one needed to be quick to be effective and she for one was already well shielded by the time the floor went crumbling beneath them.
The floor. Her floor. The floor of the shop she owned that would now need fixing. The hole this dip stick made after being asked on several occasions to leave.
Her floor.
The hole didn't go very deep, giving way to the basement that lay right beneath the room they were previously in. Clouds of dust swirled angrily about the room and bits of the ceiling/floor still came raining down. He had ruined her shop and had effectively locked himself in deeper.
There would be hell to pay.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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