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“They were weak, confused… unfed. Deal with them.” He handed three of the hawthorn stakes to Draco, who knelt, shaking, stake in hand, by an inert figure.
“I… I can’t…”
“No different to testing a roasting joint,” growled Snape, snatching a stake from the paling youth and driving it through the nearest emaciated ribcage.
Extract from "High Stakes" by Fluffy Bat. |
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