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"It looks like Wolfram just found us a volunteer." A tall dark haired man remarked from where he was sitting over the statue of a pharoah also sitting. He had his leg drapped over the side and he leaned back decadently as he ate cherries from a bowl a servant was holding standing next to him. Ottery felt pity for the poor man who was obviously tired of standing there holding the bowl.
The thug pushed him into the room and Ottery thought he'd take the opportunity to relieve the man of his burden and maybe catch a cherry in the fall. He flung himself at him, as if the push had sent him crashing and made to right himself and knocked the golden bowl out of his hands sending all the fruit into the air. Except for a few that hit him in the face the boy was not able to catch any of the red cherries in his mouth.
"They still had the stems anyways," he said sourly, as the thugs dragged him back and away from their leader. At a glance Ottery could see that he was Wolfram senior, the boy's father.
The old man began to laugh, having caught the comment. Ottery smiled, at least the old villain had a sense of humor. Which didn't change the fact that he still wanted to beat his son to a pulp for stealing his kiss. Of course, that last one had not been so bad, and if anything it had been better for being so sudden and unexpected.
"I said, when you're done daydreaming..."
Ottery looked around. "Not just yet, give me another second I haven't gotten to the good part yet." The older Wolfram started to laugh again. One of the thugs smacked Ottery on the back of the head. "Hey watch it." He complained, as he turned to glare at the culprit, the Slytherin boy walking past elbowed Ottery and sent him to his knees.
"I got you someone father. Now if you don't need me anymore..."
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Smallville. *shrugs* Back soon I promise.
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