Quelling the Quill is BACK
After a bit of a hiatus, I'M BACK, BITCHES!
Chapter 21 is finally coming in just a few days! Here's a snippet of what's to come:
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Without the tension hanging between the pair, things went smoothly for a while. Dracoâs hand was carefully placed on Hermioneâs back a little lower than before and he didnât steer her towards any hoity old matriarchs of wealthy families this time.
âWhat do you think they do all day?â Hermione said under her breath as she lifted her glass of wine to her lips and smirked. She was referring to a couple near the far wall draped in coordinating robes of silk.
Draco observed them for a long moment. âEasy. She wakes at noon and spends a tiring hour berating their thirty-five elves while he spends his mornings planning the demise of every bloke whoâs dared to look at him the wrong way.â
Hermione scoffed a laugh into her drink. âAnd their son spends an absurd amount of time adjusting his hair in the mirror.â
He couldnât help but laugh, too. This is what heâd missed.
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