Violence.
E l stroke is dry and comes abruptly. Spica even had time to think who had given him. But of course, Stynx with their sense of modesty notice it.
- ABRAXAS! Motherfucker! Who the fuck do you think?! - Screams the brunette standing in front of Malfoy. He was several inches high and a few wide. But the girl still managed to impose a strange air of authority.
- HTMLXC Spica has his hand on his cheek hit, because the feeling is horrible, throbbing ear.
"Get up, ordered him, folding his arms and looking at her with fury. But she does not get up. For the first time in his life, Spica Rossier not do what is ordered. And he does not consciously. Right now, your mind floats in a sea of confusion. What has led to Abraxas to do this? Suddenly, a clamp (which is a hand) tightens the delicate forearm with a sharp force.
- Arise - rudely says, but eUCEN echo against the walls of rock. Abraxas drops it but not moving. She did not but it takes barely raises his wand and inertia. Malfoy did not even deign to look. And Tom appears in the corner, hands on his neck and crooked smile.
Come -looking, low stick. Abraxas And stop looking at me as if I fucked your mother ... - the jaw muscles are tightened ominously Abraxas. Spica low wand, with a completely new sense of relief. There is Tom. Tom protect her.
-bang-spits Abraxasxas says is true. She is a whore. That is the Slytherin bitch. The whore of Riddle. That is not charged with money, but gestures of love kisses and false, empty.
Tom waits for calm to sit beside her and hold her hand almost with caution. She does not deny. But he does not win. Just launched a weary sigh and leans her head on the cold rock, his fingers caressing tenderness. This is turning dangerous.
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