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XanaSnape Oh, what an incredibly wrong thing to say.
Kazimeriz watched the boy, no longer at all interested in going to his wand to help control the boy's ascent. Telling Lawson indeed. Kazimeriz sat back, idly winding his wand between the fingers of one hand as he watched Newtington work his magic and Jake pitch a fit.
And what was that-- the shiny little amulet that dangled from the boy, the sparkle that had caught his eye? Intriguing. Kazimeriz raised his wand and delicately removed it from the boy, levitating it onto the desk in front of him but saying nothing.
What was this insane man doing? Watching torture with a nice cup of tea? How very convenient. By now, Jake was crying freely, flailing in the chair. "Let me GOOOO! LET ME GO, I SAID!"
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Wrong move, man. Wrong move.
A great scream came from Jake as if hs very soul had been ripped of him, his hands reaching out for the medallion to grab it. Jake felt sick. He wanted that back WANTED IT!
"NOOOOOO!" he finally cried, before breaking into sobs that would allow for no words to be heard. He heard Ema's voice from somewhere in the room, but his wracking sobs wouldn't allow him to say anything.
But what he did manage was a nod.
Yes.
Get me down.
Like, now.