 Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot*
Okay...
This was a completely bad idea.
He gasped for air, having been knocked out of his chest, and rolled onto his back. He really thought it would go into the shop below, not the freaking basement.
Sleater knew as soon as the dust cleared, she would kill him right there and then. He needed to focus on apparating and fast.
His eyes wild with adrenaline, the last thing he saw was her piercing eyes in the clearing dust...and then he was gone.
Shoot, he lost his shoe.
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