CHAPTER TWELVE / ao3 | ff.net
“Whoops, hit a nerve, did I? Put the wand down, Creevey. You’re no match against me.”
She pokes the wand’s end further towards him. It digs into his neck. “We’ll see about that.”
Something he sees on her face must scare him, as his stance changes and he attempts to take a step back. His little followers are too close to him for him to do so. He swallows, the wand still so close, and changes tactics.
“C’mon, Creevey. You don’t need that.” He gestures to the wand. “I didn’t mean to talk about your dead brother —”
“You’re right,” Ella interrupts. She’s heard enough. “I don’t need this.”
She drops the wand on the nearest desk (Vesper’s, she thinks) and kicks Sebastian directly in the stomach.
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