Transliterated private post -- Gled Cottage

Sep 27, 2007 11:17

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"-ME GO, YOU FUCKING HAG! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I-"

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bot_a_glove September 27 2007, 15:35:53 UTC
You will calm down, Girlin, or I'll stun ye, and don't think I'll not!

I've no qualms keeping you bound right to that bed for the day, if that's what it takes to make my point!

Now heed me well, and don't you think I'll not know it if you lie; Where were you last night?

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markd_improvmnt September 27 2007, 15:53:36 UTC
I was fighting a bloody WAR, you cow!

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bot_a_glove September 27 2007, 15:56:10 UTC
WHERE? Merlin's tits, girl, ye can't be that simple! Two werewolf attacks, you out of hand all night, your breath smells of blood, and I WILL know where ye got to last night, or ye'll go nowhere but straight to the Ministry poke!

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markd_improvmnt September 27 2007, 16:01:39 UTC
Manchester. I killed a Death Eater and two hired thugs, and if you expect me to apologize for it, then you'll still be waiting dead!

Now let me GO! I have to get home. I have to get her out of there!

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bot_a_glove September 27 2007, 21:46:18 UTC
*A distant crack of displaced air.

A closing door. Footsteps.

"Wake up. Sophia. Come on... there's a girl.

Finite incantatem. Sit up slowly now.

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markd_improvmnt September 27 2007, 21:58:01 UTC

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bot_a_glove September 27 2007, 22:02:02 UTC
Had to, kit. She wasnae there anymore when I got to the camp.

Hush. Sit back down.

She'd been there, yes, and I found the tent they'd had her in, but she wasn't in it. Her scent was all over the place, and one of her wee socks was there, but of her, not a trace.

The idiots hadn't warded a thing, and even the spell lock on the tent flap had been left hanging wide.

Either they'd moved her, or...

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markd_improvmnt September 27 2007, 22:03:16 UTC

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