Oct 31, 2017
@marius--lestrange
The minute the wailing began and flashes of light started hurtling across the pitch, Avery lurched to the ground, attempting to shield himself from any potential debris while he slipped his wand from his jacket pocket. He knew they were in a high risk zone, considering the number of influential witches and wizards that surrounded him and the number that were sure to be on this terror group’s pathetic, unorganized excuse for a hit list. Avery was about to steer his brother away from their section, feeling almost guilty for having kept his wand in his custody after his little tantrum, only to discover he had already started to take his leave elsewhere.
“Marius -- where the fuck are you going? Come on, we have to go!”
#;marius#;qwc#bitingdownhprp#it probably doesn't help that he has no intention of taking out B's killers#not yet at least#he's like this is not my fight this is not my problem i have other shit to worry about#i can get names through my shady contacts later but i can't do that if i'm PLANNING YOUR FUNERAL
