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Photos of Sam Spruell as Seyton in Instruments of Darkness (2014)
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Photos of Sam Spruell as Seyton in Instruments of Darkness (2014)
Tom hauling Harry around like a mother cat is so funny to me I'm so sorry not sorry for the visual
like this:
Rupert Grint | Instruments of Darkness Set
Short Films ft. Sam Spruell, Pt. II
Chapter Sixteen: A King and Queen Endgame
The silent enemy puts their plan into motion. Ron and Hermione find themselves in an unlikely position. Ruby recruits her worst enemy and strongest ally. Read from the beginning at AO3|FFN
Hermione tapped her wand to the lock. "Alohomora." To her irritation, the mechanism inside it jingled a little, but when she tugged on the lock, it was clear the spell hadn't worked.
"Fred and George always say those Muggle tricks are handy," said Ron, producing two hairpins from his pocket. Hermione raised an eyebrow in surprise but said nothing as Ron stepped forward, fiddling around with the pins and lock, his expression strained. To her surprise, after a minute more of anxious jingling, the lock came free of the chain and dropped to the floor.
The door creaked open invitingly, letting a pungent, unpleasant scent leak out into the classroom. Hermione could only compare it to the smell of a cat her Science class had once dissected at Muggle school.
Ron gulped. "I'm game if you are. Ladies first."
you heard it from me, Voldemort reads The Quibbler:
Narcissa cast her eyes aside, then pressed her lips together. "I believe it went over well, for the most part. Aside from Xenophilius Lovegood." "Hmm. The Quibbler editor and publisher. What did he have to say for himself?" Surprise crossed Narcissa's face; Voldemort wondered why. After all, he was not able to spend time in public unless he was in disguise, which he loathed, so he spent a good deal of time these days reading newspapers and magazines to amuse himself, even the ones that weren't worth the paper they were printed on.
-Chapter 15, For Whom the Bell Tolls
Last QLFC fic tomorrow and then I'm going to start polishing the IOD finale. I'm expecting to post it on Saturday (5/25) as along as disaster doesn't strike
꠸ꪀᦓꪻ᥅ꪊꪑꫀꪀꪻᦓ ꪮᠻ ᦔꪖ᥅ᛕꪀꫀᦓᦓ
Instruments of darkness tell us truths.
Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts leaves destruction in its wake. Rifts deepen, both inside and outside of the castle grounds.
As the Ministry crumbles to the whims of outside forces, Harry discovers a silent enemy is moving against him, and an old transgression from which Ruby cannot escape surfaces. A masked traitor colludes with his pawn.
All eyes, of course, are on Tom Riddle. Freedom from choice is granted to no one; even less so when fate surrounds you.
[completed]