Locked to Angua (Dated May 15th)

[of_badfaith]

He'd never been so humiliated in all his life

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[loaded_wolf]

"...A rather fresh looking bruise," Angua replied, stepping further into the room, her gaze steady on his face. "My gods, Draco, what happened?"

She took his chin in hand, trying to tilt his face toward hers for a better look.

[of_badfaith]

"I was attacked. Entirely unprovoked," he said, dropping his hands away and letting her look at his ghastly disfigurement all she liked, "It was horrible."

[loaded_wolf]

"By who?" Angua asked, wincing at how bad his nose looked. The bruising especially stood out against all that pale skin.

[of_badfaith]

"I don't know her name," he snapped, hissing at the sudden stab of fiery pain along the bridge of his nose. "Horrible, rabid little shrew... Red hair, prematurely graying. Rather unfortunate looking, if you ask me."