Archive from 1899: a visit of Mr. Peverell(17)
“Leave the dungeon, Albus.” Gellert said as if a flash of cold hard lightning going on his face.
“No, no… Gellert, don’t spoil this,” the voice raised his pitch, “tales of the Dumbledore– when a member of House in this family fell into a dire need, came a Phoenix to rescue him out of danger– had been bothered me for years of nights, I’d really like to prove it today.” The Dark Anonymous said full of interest.
Under the cover of Albus’s spell, Douglas, the poor thing, leapt back to Grindelwald, exhaustet, longing for a care for its wound… “You treated my Thestrals worse than I did him.” Gellert said cruelly, yet his eyes were fixed on those heavily distorted wounds, trying to comfort him in silence…
It was strange to see something fluctuating in Douglas’s wound– like a dangerous gospel, but he could not recall which book ever depicted such twisted power…Douglas suffered from a great pain, its wounds were shifting in forms, like the Death was spelling, whispering, controlling–
“No, no… Gellert, don’t spoil this,” the voice raised his pitch, “tales of the Dumbledore– when a member of House in this family fell into a dire need, came a Phoenix to rescue him out of danger– had been bothered me for years of nights, I’d really like to prove it today.” The Dark Anonymous said full of interest.
Under the cover of Albus’s spell, Douglas, the poor thing, leapt back to Grindelwald, exhaustet, longing for a care for its wound… “You treated my Thestrals worse than I did him.” Gellert said cruelly, yet his eyes were fixed on those heavily distorted wounds, trying to comfort him in silence…
It was strange to see something fluctuating in Douglas’s wound– like a dangerous gospel, but he could not recall which book ever depicted such twisted power…Douglas suffered from a great pain, its wounds were shifting in forms, like the Death was spelling, whispering, controlling–
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