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Richard Delamere leaned against the wall of the villa, his hands in his pockets. He looked around at his siblings, not saying anything. He looked up the hill at the volunteers whom had already arrived. He smirked. Unintelligent fools. They had no idea what was coming to them. The smirk stayed plastered on his face as he pushed himself off of the wall and stepped forward, getting a better view of their victims.
Dominic Reynolds apparated onto the hill near the Delamere house. He saw some other volunteers there as well, but he didn't speak a word. He looked down onto the house and saw a boy his age staring back at him. He quickly looked away, looking at the other people up on the hill. He noticed a girl who'd spoken in a different language. He didn't respond, but smiled at her. It was the best he could do, with all the knots in his stomach right now.
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