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skoosiepants) wrote2004-08-20 01:37 pm
skoosiepants) wrote2004-08-20 01:37 pm
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Ahoy there, Booty!
Since I have nothing else to say, besides a hearty yo ho to Pirate Booty, here's a special sneak-peak to Nighthawk, Chapter Eight. Who's game?
At first, Blaise thought Granger’s silence was a good sign. But then he noticed the white-knuckled grip she had on the arms of her chair, and the near imperceptible tick at the corner of her left eye. Her jaw was clenched, and her eyes grew dark, caught between a glare and something akin to burning hatred. For a moment, Blaise feared for his life.
“Let me get this straight,” she hissed out between gritted teeth. “You’ve been using me to bait a madman?”
“Ah…”
“And you and your band of merry men—“
“Unsociables,” Blaise corrected, then instantly regretted it.
“Your fucking Unsociables,” the use of profanities so early in the game really didn’t bode well for him, “knew all along that Smith was… targeting me…. and you let me figure out that fucking spell…” Her voice was straining higher, her skin turning a mottled red, and Blaise fancied he even saw a few sparks crackle through her wild hair. “Do you see these, Zabini?” she asked, pointing to her throat. “I did that. I clawed out chunks of my own flesh, and you couldn’t fucking tell me what exactly those notes were? What I’d be doing to myself?”
Blaise wisely refrained from pointing out that they hadn’t know exactly what they were at first. He didn’t think it would help his case very much.
“I haven’t been able to sleep, you bloody bastard! I haven’t been able to think straight! I thought I was going crazy!” She got to her feet, leaning her palms onto the front of his desk, pushing her face dangerously close to his. He could not only see the anger, but the pain buried in her amber irises, and a wave of guilt hit him solidly in the gut.
“Granger, I—“
“I don’t want to hear it, Zabini,” she snarled. “I’ll do whatever you want, just…” Her face crumbled just the tiniest bit before hardening again. “Just stay away from me,” she ended, her voice a fierce whisper.
At first, Blaise thought Granger’s silence was a good sign. But then he noticed the white-knuckled grip she had on the arms of her chair, and the near imperceptible tick at the corner of her left eye. Her jaw was clenched, and her eyes grew dark, caught between a glare and something akin to burning hatred. For a moment, Blaise feared for his life.
“Let me get this straight,” she hissed out between gritted teeth. “You’ve been using me to bait a madman?”
“Ah…”
“And you and your band of merry men—“
“Unsociables,” Blaise corrected, then instantly regretted it.
“Your fucking Unsociables,” the use of profanities so early in the game really didn’t bode well for him, “knew all along that Smith was… targeting me…. and you let me figure out that fucking spell…” Her voice was straining higher, her skin turning a mottled red, and Blaise fancied he even saw a few sparks crackle through her wild hair. “Do you see these, Zabini?” she asked, pointing to her throat. “I did that. I clawed out chunks of my own flesh, and you couldn’t fucking tell me what exactly those notes were? What I’d be doing to myself?”
Blaise wisely refrained from pointing out that they hadn’t know exactly what they were at first. He didn’t think it would help his case very much.
“I haven’t been able to sleep, you bloody bastard! I haven’t been able to think straight! I thought I was going crazy!” She got to her feet, leaning her palms onto the front of his desk, pushing her face dangerously close to his. He could not only see the anger, but the pain buried in her amber irises, and a wave of guilt hit him solidly in the gut.
“Granger, I—“
“I don’t want to hear it, Zabini,” she snarled. “I’ll do whatever you want, just…” Her face crumbled just the tiniest bit before hardening again. “Just stay away from me,” she ended, her voice a fierce whisper.
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