Labyrinth

Mar. 28th, 2017 08:02 pm
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One moment, the Labyrinth doorway. The next, a narrow bed in a cold room. A scuffling sound at the window pane, sparrows landing and then taking off again. An argument in some other room, muffled by walls but not very well: Go to hell, you're not my husband, you can't come here and talk like that to my kids.

It's all in French.

Date: 2017-04-02 02:00 am (UTC)
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He gives Feuilly's arm a gentle cuff. "Art weary?"

Date: 2017-04-02 05:15 pm (UTC)
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Oh, good. If Feuilly admits it, he doesn't have too. He ruffles Feuilly's hair, then scrambles to his feet so he can offer him a hand up.

Date: 2017-04-02 06:02 pm (UTC)
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"Indeed," Harry grumbles skeptically. "Well, it shall not be now."

...though he hesitates for a second, just in case a dragon cracks through the marble floor.

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