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Chapter 3
Now when one was normally presented with the ever terrifying modern issues of home burglaries or crazy polite strangers breaking into their homes, they often presented themselves with the 'Fight' or 'Flight' instinct. Which just went without saying, Hermione thought dryly, that she was definitely no longer part of the 'normal' category when her brain instantly presented her with the 'Kill in three different ways' instinct.
Carefully re-adjusting her hands in a feint of closing the window latch, Hermione studied the man behind her in the warped glass of the window, moving her left leg back and bending her knees slightly to strengthen her stance. She didn't necessarily have to attack him. She was probably just being paranoid, she tried to reason with herself, swallowing as she felt her adrenaline spike. Because really, other than the window being open -which he had so kindly closed for her- there was no real evidence (Like what? Her mind so helpfully retorted. Broken glass? A little black mask? A bag full of yours belongings? You're uncle's dead body?) that he had broken in. He might have been her uncle's boyfriend for all she knew, staying over for the night after having arrived too late to be introduced to the mysteriously appearing niece. But her uncle hadn't mentioned that anyone was coming over and the guy did seem to be an A+ lurker with the way he was standing behind her…
The bending of his arm around her throat really shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did. Hermione threw her head back on instinct, her foot following in a sweeping move to try and knock the man off his feet. The first move hit, the back of head connecting solidly with a crack against the underside of his jaw. The man stumbled back a few steps, his arm loosing from around her neck but other than that he didn't budge, her sweeping leg missing the edge of his shoes by a mere centimetre and sending her stumbling in a half turn, half fall against the now closed window.
Her elbow slammed into the window behind her but before the pain could register she was moving again. Throwing herself forward Hermione sloppily swung a punch at his head. The man ducked and twisted out the way of her arm, only realising too late that it was a feint when her knee came up and hit him squarely in the stomach. He grunted, curling around her knee and grabbing her ankle and suddenly they were both on the ground and rolling and she was on top and punching, fists connecting solidly with his face, blood bursting from his lip, but then with a twist of his hips he was back up, fingers diving for her throat as he tried to pin her legs underneath his. Hermione scratched at his face, her quick bitten nails not doing any damage so she spat in his eye, using the brief period of blindness to shove him off and wiggle away, getting more room between them before she got her legs under her and crouched, breathing heavily as she massaged at her aching throat.
Now that she could see his face it was with a quirk of her lips that Hermione realised the burglar was one stupid burglar if he'd thought it was a good idea to show his face. Or maybe it was an intimidation tactic, a way to show that he was the confident one here, the one in control. But that was only generally used in planned attacks, and there was no way in hell this guy was a Death Eater, not with the way he'd been all for rolling around and getting himself dirty instead of just blasting her off him with a spell. So… muggle. Nice. That limited her options quite a bit. No wand use. Damn it.
Rocking back onto the balls of her feet Hermione slowly shuffled backwards, her mind running over itself as she tried to figure out her next move. Without looking back she guessed there was about twenty steps until the end of the passage way, which would mean a wider area and the crate she'd knocked into before. She could definitely throw that at him. Hopefully break his pretty face. While he was distracted she could get around the couch and to her phone, another twenty, possible ten steps, and she'd be out the door and able to Apparate to safety. Then she could focus on tracking down her un….
His booted foot snapped to her head and Hermione threw herself back, hands coming up to block her head as she rolled left and right to dodge his stamping foot. A sick feeling was beginning to bubble in her stomach, her heart pounding in her ears as suddenly her earlier sarcasm flashed back to mind. You're uncle's dead body? Moving quickly she was up and past him, slipping cat-like between his side and the wall and darting towards her uncle's room. The room he'd come out of.
She turned at the last moment, grabbed the door and slammed it shut with as much force as she could. A crunch and a muffled yell from the other side. Hermione spun on her heel, expecting the worst. His figure slumped in bed, throat slashed. A mutilated corpse, blood splattered across walls. Him. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Her eyes hurriedly scanned the room. A desk, old and worn with books teetering in a tower. Bookshelf crammed to full capacity. Walls painted a pale grey, clean, no blood. Bed, neatly made. No sign that her uncle had gone to bed that night. She had a brief moment to feel relief before the pressure on the door behind her increased, her head tilting back to hit it with a thud. She'd boxed herself in. Great. Harry would be ever so proud.
The door was inching forward again and Hermione felt her temper flare. Screw this. Screw him and Screw the Wizengamot and all their damn rules. She was tired and her head was beginning to ache from being slammed into the ground and now her uncle was missing, and this was supposed to be a nice relaxing holiday. So as her mother elegantly put it, "Damn it and him to hell in a handbasket"
The feeling of her wand in her hand both brought her comfort and sent her emotions haywire. The smoothness of the wood in her hand and the familiarity of the shape calmed her mind instantly, narrowing her focus down to a pinprick as she assessed her situation. The roughness of unfamiliar nicks and half-moon dents bit into her fingers, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end as it always did when she felt them, when the memories of what they were probably from crowded and whispered along the edges of her mind. When it came down to it, It was really rather simple. A quick Confundus charm then Incarcerous followed by a memory alter and he'd be out for the count. That should be enough hopefully, because she was really not in the mood for getting a criminal record.
Carefully she took a breath, holding it to help centre herself like Charlie had taught her, grabbed the door and threw it open, her wand brandished in front of her. The click of a gun greeted her. Wordlessly the two of them eyed each other, the man's eyes igniting with amusement when they found her wand.
"How exactly is a stick going to help you, mate?" He scoffed in a thick Australian accent, keeping the barrel of the gun pointed squarely at her head, tilting his to study her more intently. Oh how she appreciated the irony in this situation. "When I have this here big bad gun?"
Hermione pressed her lips together tightly, narrowing her eyes as a small smile threaded its way slowly over her lips. In the split second it took him to notice her grin she attacked, hitting him with a silent Petrificus Totalus at the last minute instead of the Confundus. He stiffened instantly, his arms snapping to his side and the gun falling from his hands. Hermione stepped forward, carefully kicking the gun backwards as she rocked forward on her heels and smirked at him. His wide eyes stared back at her in shock. Wordlessly she cast a feather light charm over him before she tapped him lightly on the forehead with her fingers, watching him fall to the ground with a thud before she grabbed his leg and began tugging him back down the hallway.
Dumping him at the end of the gap between the kitchen and the sitting room she disappeared into her uncle's room, coming back a few minutes later with a chair. Slamming it down near his head she roughly picked him up and deposited him in the chair.
"Incarcerous" She muttered tiredly, slumping down wearily into the couch with a sigh as she watched the thick cords from her wand bind him tightly. Round and Round the little brown chair the ropes bound the psycho...
She hummed the tune to round the merry go bush under her breath as she stared pensively at the ceiling. To question and then obliviate or to obliviate and then question... Which one would be more useful for her? Which would be more effective on a random Australian burglar with a penchant to guns and attacking? Should she even bother questioning him? He was muggle wasn't he? Wouldn't calling the police be the best course of action here?
In any other circumstance the amused sounding no that floated in her mind would have worried her but as if was she was tired, her uncle was missing and she currently had a petrified man tied to a chair. Oh she could just hear Lavenders 'kinky' response.
She frowned
Was he a random stranger though? He was a bit more prepared than the common burglar now that she thought about it. Heck of a lot more violent too.
As these thoughts swirled around her head Hermione got up and began pacing. Left, right. Left, right. Oh what had she done? What had she done? What was she going to do?
Coming to a stop in front of the man she exhaled loudly through her nose and faced him, chewing on her bottom lip with her hands placed firmly on her hips.
"Is there even the slightest possibility that you'll answer anything I ask you honestly?" When he continued staring at her in wide eyed petrification Hermione slapped her forehead. "Yes right, spell. Sorry, I'm just feeling quite a bit disjointed at the moment. Jetlag and all that. The lovely little surprise attack doesn't really help much either y'know, and what's with this anyway? You're in Britain damn it mate, we have the reputation of gentleman. But then again we also have tossers as well so -" Oh god she was babbling. She was babbling again and if she didn't stop she was going to start shaking and if she started shaking she'd do something stupid and she really needed to stop. This. Now.
Wiping her sweaty hands on the side of her slacks Hermione focused her attention on the burglar, setting her jaw. "Anyway, none of that matters. Finite"
…
Ok, woah. Colour her impressed. She'd expected much more screaming and swearing but this cold eyed staring thing he was doing? Would totally have intimidated her in any other circumstance but she was Hermione Granger and she'd faced down Bellatrix Lestrange's bitch face and survived so this guy, this guy really had nothing on it. Was still quite impressive though.
At his continued silence her eyebrow rose in amusement, "Well? Haven't you got anything to say for yourself?"
His look hardened. His jaw tightened and his eyebrows drew downwards.
She considered him for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders and turned as if to go back down the hallway, calling over her shoulder "Well hey, if you don't want to talk to me I'm sure the police will be able to make you a lot more chatty"
She was halfway down the hall before his voice drifted to her, "There's no phone in the house you idiot, so unless you have a courier pigeon just lying around here somewhere good luck" This was followed by a loud thump and a string of colourful curses.
Hermione froze at the implications that he knew the house better than her set in, her spine stiffening and her eyes closing as she slowly rocked back towards the sitting room. So he was familiar with her uncle and the house then. That complicated things.
"Don't suppose you've done us both a favour and stayed tied to the chair have you?" She called humourlessly into the room before she stepped back in, both eyebrows raising in shocked amusement at the sight in front of her. The man lay sideways, his front facing the hallway she emerged out of and his eyes glaring angrily at her. And quite viciously and brutally he tried chomping at the ropes, his teeth crrr crrring over the rope as he tried, quite unsuccessfully to saw through the magical bonds tying him to a chair.
"Are you some kind of werewolf or something?" She asked, only half joking as she took a seat across from him and stared. He stared back and continued trying to bite through the ropes. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Did you or did you not just see me magically summon those things out of thin air, I think a little biting won't do much" She pointed out dryly, raising an eyebrow when he stopped chewing and stared at her.
"Just because I think I saw something doesn't mean I actually saw something. You's lot are good with your drug work either way, wouldn't trust the lot of yah at playing cards let alone not drugging me when catching me" He remarked bitterly. Hermione stared at him in confusion.
"What do you mean by 'you's lot? '?" She said slowly, leaning back with her arms crossed over her chest. The man grinned at her wickedly, and she was quite surprised to find a row of gold and silver glint merrily at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know love" He said dryly before he went back to chewing at the ropes. Hermione frowned at him in confusion.
"Fine let's come back to that. What exactly are you doing here in the middle of the night trying to kill me?"
He frowns and tuts at this, as if he's some wise world worn adult while she only a child even though he can't be more than a few years older than her.
"Wasn't trying to kill you" Said he.
"The attack and sudden strangulation says otherwise" Said she.
"I closed the window for you" pointed out He.
"Which was very nice of you" She demurred, narrowing her eyes before she added, "Before trying to strangle me."
"Well you weren't supposed to be here. Was trying to kill Jimmy boy" He said with some relish, smirking to himself as if appreciating some joke. He gave up on chewing the ropes and turned to scowl at her as if she was the one at fault in this situation. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. Suddenly she felt beyond tired, all droopy and sore and just sick of it. The war was bloody over. Had been for nearly a year now and here she was, interrogating some muggle as if he was a Death Eater when he was obviously some mental with a gun and a thing against her uncle. Which in itself was strange but the police could deal with it.
She was just pointing her wand at him, her mind running with where her uncle would be and an oblivious on the tip of her tongue when the sound of a key scraping in the lock came. Two heads, one curly and brown, another shaved and gold, snapped simultaneously to look at the door as it swung open.
Jim froze, the bottle of milk and brown paper bag in his hands crashing to the floor as he took in the scene before him.
"Toby, what the hell are you doing here? Why the-Why are you on my lounge floor?" He asked in confusion, blinking before he added with a frown, "Are you tied to the chair?"
Before Hermione could utter a word, a question of how the hell did they know each other or a 'what company are you keeping, the man, Toby, cut her off. He had a funny look on his face.
"Heya Mr J" He said, grinning up at her uncle, "Your looking good. Not as dead as I would have liked. Good thing you weren't here though, would have been a shame to get that suit bloodstained"
Jim frowned. Then glanced at a stone faced Hermione and a grinning Toby before he sighed, managing to sound both tired and frustrated. "What have we said about saying that to other people Toby? Threatening to kill people is actually a criminal offence even if it is a joke" Jim retorted, unwrapping his scarf from his neck before walking into the room and leaning against the couch to peer at Toby.
"He actually tried to kill me" Hermione pointed out, watching her uncle's reaction from the corner of her eye. What the hell was going on? Since when was 'threatening' to kill people a normal thing to do? Her uncle's eyes widened and his gaze jerked up to look at Toby, his gaze hard.
"Tried to?" Jim said, the amusement and warmth that had been in his voice previously, gone. "Toby, what does Hermione mean you tried to kill her?"
Toby winced and for a moment Hermione thought she saw a flash of something in his eyes- guilt?- but then it was gone and he was looking at Jim again, all cocky and metal. "I wasn't actually going to kill her. Just strangle her till she passed out. She wasn't supposed to be here after all" He pointed out and Jim grimaced, a look of fear- for what? What the hell was going through his mind? - flashed across his face before he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"I'm pretty sure I told you my niece was coming over Toby, besides just because she was in my apartment doesn't mean you needed to strangle her" Jim pointed out before he stepped around the couch and crouched in front of Hermione, tilting her chin up to look at him from where she'd been staring at the carpet with a furrow in her eyebrow.
"Hey, you ok? He didn't hurt you too much did he?"
"Would you like the checklist or just the small run down between strangulation, head bashing and a gun?" Hermione retorted sarcastically, crossing her arms and tugging her chin from her uncle's jaw as she glared at him. In the back of her mind she heard Toby weakly argue that the gun was once again, "not loaded and she was being dramatic". She ignored him though, the major thought running through her mind being a combination of, OW, TIRED and I'M SO BLOODY CONFUSED. The last one sounded just a too bit like Ron for her liking.
Jim stared at her a while longer, wide eyed in shock at her sarcasm before his shoulders slumped and he sighed, reaching into his coat pocket with a muttered "hang on". His phone was in his hand a moment later and gone the next, Hermione only managing to get a few muffled words and a loud protest of "COME ON!" from Toby, before he was walking over to Toby and untying him.
"Classy Mr J, real nice." Toby snapped before he threw himself on the couch next to Hermione, throwing his feet up onto her lap. When she glowered at them as if she might break them he cautiously removed them, sat for a moment longer then wisely got up and promptly ran to the other side of the room. Jim took his place, watching Toby from the corner of his eye.
"Erik should be here in a few moments. To take Tobi back to the hospital" Jim said, leaning back and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry about this Hermione love, I really am. I just ran down to the corner store to get some milk-"
"-At 2 in the morning?" Hermione said incredulously, her eyebrows raised into her hairline as her uncle grinned sheepishly at her.
"Insomnia" Was all he said as a way of answer, shrugging when she continued staring, "It was either that or modelling- the building trains and little buildings one, Missy" Hermione continued smirking as Jim rolled his eyes, "In all seriousness though are you- Damn it Toby! Get away from there!"
Tobi jumped as if burned and fell off the chair he'd been standing on to fiddle with the lightbulb, cursing as his back slammed into the ground.
Jim put his hands over his eyes and hissed in frustration, a muffled "Ehm two nwice fwer mwy own gwood" leaking through his fingers as Hermione stared in irritation at Toby.
"So am I going to get the rundown on who the hell he is and how you know him or are you going to continue sighing every minute or so like some terrible soap opera?" Hermione asked in amusement, her uncle sighing once again for dramatic affect before he looked up.
"While you know how Barts recently opened the psych ward?"
When Hermione shook her head Jim shrugged
"Yeah well they did, it was all in the newspaper around two months or so ago? Anyway doesn't matter. It was during my interview for IT, me being the genius I am, somehow managed to get lost and then next thing I know, Bam! I'm being knocked of my feet as this blur of white and skin goes bolting past and knocking me over and into a wall-"
Now why did that sound familiar? Hermione wondered
"-and winding me. After I managed to finally get my breath back I look up to find Toby looking down at me, all wrapped up in a cape blanket and stark, raving naked I'll have you know- Not a pretty sight either. And he looks at me and goes, 'Oi, Oi Mista, why'd you knock me over?' As if he was lying on the ground-"A knock on the door cut Jim off and with a glance at a now quietly sitting Toby, he got up and went to answer as he continued, "-And long story short I know have a lovely little friend who continuously breaks out of his room at the hospital-"
"Gets out on good behaviour!"
"- to visit me because he's convinced I tried to kill him that day and am his mortal enemy. He's harmless mostly and makes a brilliant tea partner as any. Wouldn't you agree Erik?" Jim asked, opening the door with a flourish to reveal a sour looking man with floppy brown hair and high cheek bones. Erik tilted his head in acknowledgment at Jim's comment before he turned to glare at Toby, nodding briefly at Hermione. The look of nervousness that had been on Toby's face lessened slightly, but only slightly and for a moment Hermione felt a flush of sympathy for him, but then he turned towards her and flipped her off as he got to his feet and she was adamant that he was and absolute twat.
"Well come on Torin-Byrne we don't have all night." Erik said dryly, and Hermione rose an eyebrow as Toby or Torin-Byrne (What was this guys? A pureblood?) winced and paled.
"It's Toby" He muttered, uncoiling from the carpet in all graceful skinny legs and pinchy eyebrows. Erik stayed silent, sighing as he wrapped his arm around Tobi's shoulders and muttered, "You didn't even bring your damn coat." Before he nodded again at Jim and the two began to move back down the hallway. Toby threw one last glance at Hermione and quickly she shot a silent oblivious at him while her uncle and Erik's back was turned to her, flipping him off when he blinked dreamily at her before scowling as the door was shut in his face
Jim turned back from the door to find Hermione cradling her head in her hands. Jim rushed to her side.
"Hermione? Hermione are you ok?!"
For a few minutes Hermione didn't argue, continuing to clutch at her head as a drum pounded behind her brow. Only now was she realising that the splitting head ache wasn't only just a combination of exhaustion and wrestling Toby. A small smile flickered on her face, a small giggle breaking past her lips before she bit them and took a deep breath. Not good. Not good.
Stumbling hastily to her to room after yelling a "Good Morning! I'm fine. Just tired" over her shoulder Hermione slammed the door shut, her back hitting and sliding down the door a few minutes later. Her hand shaking she hurriedly cast a silencing charm over the room before her hands began shaking too much, her wand clattering to the floor as Hermione began to laugh. And laugh and laugh. Until eventually that turn to screaming before peppering out to exhausted sobbing. Then silence.
…
Jim stood staring at the door to Hermione's room with raised eyebrows, his face blank and his hand in his pocket. Silence washed around him, where only a few moments ago he'd sworn he'd heard the beginning of screaming from Hermione's room. For a moment there he'd been considering going in there, carrying on with the concerned uncle act, but then he'd heard the loud noise and he really didn't feel like dealing with hormonal teenagers. He'd had enough of Molly for that today.
Rocking back on his heels Jim grinned to himself, a rather terrifying grin made only more terrifying by juts how charming it looked, the inviting curve of his lips and the sparkle in his eye that only when looked at closely would be seen to be hard and bitter. Sauntering with a slight spring in his step into the hallway Jim grinned, rolling his eyes good naturedly as he found Sebastian at the end, his knee buried into the middle of Torin's back and the boy's fingers clutched tightly between his fingers. Jim jumped up onto the stair railing, swinging his feet and watching as Torin gritted his teeth but did nothing else as his teacher clutched his- broken? My, My, Sebby sure was being kind today wasn't he.
"Torin, Torin, Torin" Jim tssked, leaning forward onto his knees like a cat surveying his prey. "I must say, I AM disappointed. I finally give you a chance to prove yourself and what do you do?" Jim shook his head sadly, "You get your ass tied to a chair by said little girl. Quite humiliating I imagine. I mean with all your so called 'expertise' in assassination, how hard could killing a little girl be?" He was enjoying watching the boy wince.
"You'd be surprised" Torin muttered dryly, his face being slammed into the ground, with a loud crack a few minutes after.
"Sorry" Sebastian said, his tone clearly indicating he wasn't, "My hand twitched"
Jim threw Sebastian a fond smile, his eyes snapping to the left at the sound of a door opening. An old woman with tightly coiled hair and her nightgown appeared a few minutes later, her mouth open to give the hooligans on the stairs a stern talking to before she spotted Jim. Jim smiled and waved cheerfully.
"Morning Mrs Mbili. Don't mind us. Just some business, I'm sure you can understand that?"
The woman paled at his tone, stammering a quick. "O-f-F course Mr Moriarty" before hastily shutting and locking the door. Jim was pretty sure he heard her pushing her expensive china cabinet over the door as well. She surely didn't need any reminding about their business, after all, the last time she'd tried to get involved her sister had been blown up.
"Don't you just love old people? Their just so…squishy" Jim said cheerfully making a 'BOOM' gesture with his hands before hoping off the railing. His shoes made a loud, Tap, Tap, Tap, as he walked towards Torin and began circling him.
"Kill him" He said after a moment, his childish tone from before gone as he turned on his heel and began walking away. Torins voice stopped him mid-step.
"You can't do that! You set me up against some trained bitch with no warning! How's that a chance to prove myse-ahghh?!"
Jim turned around slowly to find Sebastian holding Torin in a sleeper hold, the boy's body dropping to the ground with a cough and wheeze when Jim waved his hand to stop.
"What do you mean some 'trained bitch'?" Jim asked with a sneer, "The basics of her training consist of maybe a few fancy fencing lessons and karate classes disguised as 'defence' lessons. Surely that's not enough to defeat Mr I'm-an-assassin-in-training, because if so Mr Byrne, your skills have been highly exaggerated. "
The boy wheezed a few more minutes before he croaked out, "Her fighting wasn't too -Not enough to take me down-"
Jim snorted, "Really? I could have sworn you were tied to a chair when I walked in? And how did she manage that if her fighting skills weren't good enough to 'take you down'?"
Torin seemed to hesitate for a moment before he whispered, "I don't know"
Jim's foot slammed out instantly, catching Torin in the chin and sending him skidding across the floor slightly. "Wrong answer" He singsonged, walking slowly up to a groaning Torin, his face falling into a cold serious mask as he roughly reached out to grab him by the hair and hang his face up to meet Jim's. "You boy, are quickly testing my patience so either you spill anything interesting you have to say or I'll have Sebastian here spill you all over the floor"
Torin's tongue weakly darted out to wet his lips, "I-I don't know how she tied me to the chair-"
Jim snorted, "Kill him"
"-Wait! Wait! But I think she drugged me somehow!"
Jim turned back with a furrowed eyebrow, "She drugged you?"
"I know it sounds crazy but it's the only explanation that makes logical sense! One moment I'm fine, ready to shoot her in the head-"
"Messy" Jim muttered, and Tobi winced as Sebastian hissed.
"And next thing I know everything goes fuzzy and next thing I know I'm tied to a chair, chewing at ropes and she's babbling about things so fast I can't hear anything. all I remember is her pointing some form of stick at me, it was kinda like a pea-shooter. I think she blew a dart of drugs or something at me. Like poisons darts or something"
"But you're not sure?" Jim asked. Torin shook his head.
Jim tilted his head back and considered the sealing, rolling his tongue around his mouth as he thought. Now this was interesting. A secret knowledge in posions and drugs? Just what had his darling niece been getting up too.
Turning back to Torin Jim pouted, "Well I guess I can't kill you for screwing up too much, you are Moran's favourite after all" The reliefs on Torin's face was brutally crushed as he continued, turning away and calling over his shoulder, "Sebastian? Show Toby boy what happens to those who fail us. And this time be a little more creative than just breaking his fingers"
Jim hummed under his breath as he walked to a spare apartment, stopping at his 'own' to pick up the bottle of milk before continuing on to turn the kettle on. Nothing like a spot of teas after a bit of torture. He was in the middle of reading 'The Complete collection of Grimms Fairytales' and half way through his tea when Sebastain came in, his face and hands a bright and shiny pink from where he'd obviously scrubbed the blood from them and his suit jacket discarded.
"I didn't break his fingers" He said in way of greeting, Jims mug half way to his lips froze and he stared at Sebastian, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your girl did. Snapped all four on his right hand clean in half. With a bit more pressure or force she may have cut them off completely"
Jim leant back and steepled his fingers under his chin as he processed this news.
"That'll be all Sebastian" He said, his second nodding his head and turning to leave, "Send my Regards to Moran would you? And also fix that boy of your up. I don't want to see him anytime soon, or more so then necessary at least"
Sebastian nodded again, forever a man of many words, before he departed from the room.
In the silence of the room, with nothing but his thoughts and the ticking of the clock to occupy his thoughts Jim grinned, all charm gone and wolf remaining.
Who would have thought that his little niece would turn out to be interesting after all?
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An- Sorry this took so long. I hit some major writers block (not really, just didn't know how to write a fight scene and how to go from point A to B) Also characterisation is hard. I know I'm writing Hermione a certain way for a reason but damn its still hard to keep her in character with that way. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Critiques and Reviews appreciated.
Pip.
Question- If you could live anywhere in the world where would you want to? I'd love to live in Ireland