Had he not said he would? Is his pledge as the ash that crowns Alem, debris and scattered? He hesitates, at once unwilling to press the point of his fidelity and to frighten a girl who has already demonstrated the heroism of a champion on this night.
Instead, the gift of his torn shawl, spreading in his hands. Waiting to envelop her, until she propositions, and he —
Blinks, caught aback. Scarred. )
That — ( Is impossible, improbable, true sorcery, wrong. His mouth draws tight-shut. ) ...would be helpful.
( If Hermione could reduce him to a portable form and sink him in wine, he supposes invisibility is no worse. )
no subject
( You came back, voice brimming wonder.
Had he not said he would? Is his pledge as the ash that crowns Alem, debris and scattered? He hesitates, at once unwilling to press the point of his fidelity and to frighten a girl who has already demonstrated the heroism of a champion on this night.
Instead, the gift of his torn shawl, spreading in his hands. Waiting to envelop her, until she propositions, and he —
Blinks, caught aback. Scarred. )
That — ( Is impossible, improbable, true sorcery, wrong. His mouth draws tight-shut. ) ...would be helpful.
( If Hermione could reduce him to a portable form and sink him in wine, he supposes invisibility is no worse. )