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Ooc update

So I am currently away from home for a week and will not be posting until I get home. Plots, paras, starters and character building will happen once I return. Love y'all and can't wait to post again!

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God, Hermione was so tired of dealing with these lowly Snatchers. They were dirty, vulgar creatures and were so far beneath Hermione that she seriously considered crushing this 'man' beneath her boot the second she saw him lying there in his own blood. But she knew who he was and how he worked under that filthy dog that the Dark Lord kept on a leash. Her killing him would not likely go unnoticed, and the absolute last thing Hermione ever wanted to do was anger the Dark Lord. The animal she could handle, but her Lord was a completely different story. Hermione had just stepped into the room when he began to wake, making her glare at him.

"Don’t move, stupid. I, Hermione Granger, healed you when I found you bleeding in the middle of a burning village. You’re in a safe, clean room while you heal; I’m here to give you some more potions.”

"And why would you happen to be in the middle of the burning village?" Sinbad asked, tilting his head to one side as he examined her with his eyes. She came off as stubborn and slightly bossy, yet witty. Hmmm. Again, Sinbad sat up as high as he could sit without agitating his wound, propping himself up on pillows. In truth, he had heard the Dark Lord mention the brilliance of the witch who sat before him. Gingerly, Sinbad pulled up his shirt to reveal the wound to his abdominals, noticing a thick blue paste had been applied to it.

"You're going to give me more potions? Well aren't I lucky" He whispered, his eyes glittering with amusement.

#scarredmudblood #hello :)#I love your dark Hermione!

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I bet you’d look beautiful, covered in blood

At my feet

Begging me to let you live

Slowly, Sinbad opened his icy blue eyes, his mind awakening from unconsciousness. It took him a few second to register where he was, and as his memories came flooding back. They'd been raiding a village…when it had turned bad. He'd been ambushed, and stabbed with a burning, red hot knife. The room he was in was pristine and white; sterile. Was he in a hospital? Sitting up quickly, Sinbad gasped in surprise as he felt a sharp pain searing from his abdomen, causing him to lay back down.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" He demanded weakly, grimacing at the pain.

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To all those people I owe replies, starters or plotting to, I am finally here and I am so sorry for making you wait :)

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Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.

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The Hogs Head Inn was busy for a saturday evening. Dressed in a mixture of brown and black leathers, Sinbad sat in the back corner table, his blue eyes illuminated by the candlelight of his table. Silently, he nodded his head in thanks as he accepted his firewhiskey. His blue eyes flickered to the door as it opened and closed, the cold air drafting in as it did. The cloaked person who entered slowly made their way towards Sinbad, sitting down opposite him. "I trust you weren't followed?" He whispered gruffly, watching as they removed their hood.