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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 19, 2006 1:28:41 GMT
A smile formed on Pansy's face. Seeing that her trainer was pleased with her work, a sense of pride came upon her. The man still hung in the air by his ankles, flesh burning down to the bone. "And that she'll do," Pansy replied, looking at the man's wife. A look of dread crossed the wife's face. Pain twitching all over her body. "Well, should send the kiss of pain upon the little mud-blood or shall you do it?" The boy was still on the grounded, curled up into a little heap. Her eyes moved across the room, ever so lightly placing them upon the burning man. "Filthy muggles" She whispered to herself in disgust.
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