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Post by pontifex on May 6, 2020 13:42:26 GMT -5
(From the end of the last chapter)
...Grindelwald raised his head in a moment of triumphant laughter. "Of course, it all makes sense now." He said at last. "Truly I did not envision my escape this day, and I shall not forget your small part in how this has played out. I will spare you for now." The disheveled looking man shot back just a cryptic reply. "He seeks something I held in my possession until just recently. I know longer have it and neither does this new Voldemort." He hissed slightly at the name, what a trope. "You would not believe me even if I told you, your knowledge of magic is too shallow." He drew himself back upon the damp grass and bowed to the Aurors he had defeated. "Until we meet again, my friends." He said, after which he disapparated.
END OF THE CHAPTER.
Penelope, Edmund, Mathis and Glenn were left standing in the middle of the prison complex. Glenn and Penelope had burns covering the exposed skin on their arms and hands - Edmund's wand lay at his feet and Mathis seemed to be bleeding, or there was blood on him...it was difficult to tell whose it was. Half a dozen guards lay dead across the courtyard, in various states of bleeding and exploded flesh. Sirens were still blaring, soon more of the Romanian authorities would be showing up.
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Post by pontifex on May 8, 2020 19:25:30 GMT -5
Penelope fell to one knee, clutching her most burned arm. She cried out in pain and looked around. "Well that could not have gone any worse!" She said in a raised tone. She blamed herself as much as anyone else. She racked her brain to find some spell that would provide relief for the burns, but she could think of none. After some moments, she regained her feet and cast a glance to the dead guards around them "We cannot remain here, we should leave." She looked quickly to Glenn and Edmund, the two she often looked to for leadership when her own opinion seemed unsure. She couldn't believe how stupid they had been, and now the problem was compounded: evil was unleashed in ways she could not possibly have imagined even just one day ago. She glanced at the moon and made what seemed like some sort of disconcenred calculation, as if it was habit.
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