He looks about. Listens. Now that he's a werewolf his senses are, if not keener, then certainly richer and fuller, picking out things that used to be missed.
Hearing though, is better than before. No sound of robes rustling; just trees and their leaves.
No one is around, save for the two and the peacocks that wander the ground, trailing their trains behind them.
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She knows he's distressed.
She offers him her hand to hold.
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More like, a fair bit of squeeze.
I don't want to be here. He looks around to see the white peacocks wandering the grounds. How long do I have before I'm noticed?
They could be anywhere. Even in what should be plain sight.
Lucius Malfoy has enough gold to buy a few invisibility cloaks after all.
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She, too, is waiting.
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Hearing though, is better than before. No sound of robes rustling; just trees and their leaves.
No one is around, save for the two and the peacocks that wander the ground, trailing their trains behind them.
"Safe to get closer, I think."
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