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Harry Potter: In the Hallow of a Tree
Self-preservation. Self-preservation. Self-preservation. Self-preservation, Evan chanted in his head as he kept his eyes averted from the sight beside him. Alyosha was obviously bereft of this essential concern for personal survival, because the Russian boy was unrepentantly giggling like a schoolgirl as the trio walked down the little streets of Godric's Hollow, England. The dark aura steadily threatening the sanctity of the Brit's self-preservation instincts might have had a proportional relationship with said amusement on his other side.
"The first world we jump to, and it has to be during the Victorian era? It's not even the Victorian England I want, no, it has to be the complete opposite..." said the aura mumbling from its centre mass. "With a teenaged, stupid pair of boys who think that being Master of Death will make them rulers of the universe – not that anyone will ever know, because WWII gets to become rather convenient for doing away with records..."
"L-Let's not get caught talking about things that vould get us in trouble yet, yes? I don't vant to be the one explaining anything eef ve get into trouble," Alyosha calmed himself with difficulty, not at all aided by the girl he was keeping a meat shield for.
"That accent you're affecting is not endearing, Yasha, it's annoying," Lizetta continued, "and what's more, you're tracking mud onto my dress!" The last part was said in a hiss a Parselmouth would envy, and the blonde was quick to jump away from the even more caustic eyes aimed in his direction. "Let's see you do the laundry later tonight," she snapped and kept on trudging, growling to herself as she went, "or you can cook your own dinner."
Thus effectively hamstrung by his mirth, the now recalcitrant blonde boy proceeded to make things progressively worse for himself by verbally prostrating himself. Evan could only reacquaint his face with his exasperated palm before interposing himself between the squabbling duo, praying for salvation.