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Rachel is the main protagonist of the upcoming sequel of the Owl House, she was the Grimwalker of Philip Wittebane
I screen shot some of the best ones, but you should definitely check it out.✨
(Edited by HopeHeart34)
THE CHAPTER FINALEEEEEE
I had so much fun writing this, honestly.
(At this point I don't really care if anyone reads it because of the sheer joy and experience it's bringing me. Sufficed to say, by all means leave if you're bored, but reading it does mean a lot to me.)
Previous part:
https://theowlhouse.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000206428
TRIGGER WARNING: Explicit depiction of death.
Let's go!
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Despite every muscle in her body telling her not to, Eda got up in the morning. With heavy limbs she trudged out of her tent towards the next damned meeting.
She walked into a room of concerned faces and anxious nail-biting. No one said a thing, just stared at her. She felt strangely out of place. Alador approached her with a glance full of dread.
Alador: Erm, Edalyn, yes. Um…
Eda raised an eyebrow at him and looked at the others like he was crazy. Alador sighed.
Alador: Oh, there’s no better way to put this. Darius is gone.
Just as she thought her heart couldn’t sink any deeper, the hand in her chest clawed at it and ripped its skin as it fell to her core. Alador fidgeted with his hands.
Alador: Um, I know it’s been hard for you to lose Lilith, the kids… Raine…
That last name struck a nerve. It jolted her, but he didn’t notice. Where is Raine, anyway?
Eda held out a flat hand to Alador’s face. He stopped. She put on her best attempt at an authoritative mask.
Eda: I think we should just let him be. No sense in trying to stop him now.
She saw mouths slowly open and hang. Concerned glances deepen. Then, Adrian stepped forward.
Adrian: [clears throat] And who just about made you in charge?
Eda expected Alador to take charge, but she caught him staring emptily. Great. Eda sighed.
Eda: You know what? I don’t know. You clearly don’t need my sister, so you don’t need me. Let Darius do whatever he wants. Adrian’s in charge.
Adrian perked up while everyone else remained the awkward same. Eda swiftly exhaled and spun on her heel, leaving the tent without hesitation.
Darius took a shaky breath in as abomination matter solidified beneath his feet. He had gotten himself to the Titan head. He was alone, unknown. Just as planned.
He looked down at his wrist for a moment, scratching at the scabs that had formed until they started to drip blood again. He exhaled as a heartbeat echoed in the back of his mind.
With each echo of a step, his nerves pulsed. In and out, it beat. Blood circulated around him, he was merely an organ in the eerily live corpse.
He waited for Belos but caught no response. The Golden Guard, at least. Nothing but the heartbeat came about.
As he waited, he ventured deeper into the cavern. Stained with gold dust, goo and blood, he stepped over the great grave feeling like a ghost himself. Suddenly he heard a drip from the far left corner. He instinctively raised a marvelous thorn-graced vine. He’d been practicing so he could do this alone.
The silence was agonizing. It taunted him, assaulted him with its nihility. He couldn’t take it, so he simply – but hesitantly – yelled.
Darius: COME OUT HERE, coward.
He kept a straight face despite his quaking core and the feeling that he may just black out.
Drip.
That had to be someone.
He couldn’t tell if he heard a low grumble or if it was just his anticipation. What he did hear, for sure, was a step. A single step.
He blinked away gray spots that danced in his vision, only to reveal the man. Horribly disfigured. Covered in deep scars that seeped into his bones and all connected to each other, skin so tight that bones almost perked out. The most disgusting of it all, though, was the sly, sick grin he kept on his face.
Step.
His smile deepened. Darius summoned another large vine as he stared directly into the man’s eyes. Taking a step forward, Darius nearly tripped.
Belos: Aww, is my precious little coven head too scared to walk?
The man tilted his head like a predator looking at its prey. He chuckled.
Belos: All alone, no? Did the rest of your team abandon you? My, that makes us quite similar, now, Darius.
The utter of his name sent a shock down his spine.
It took absolutely everything he had in him to keep looking the man in his eyes.
Darius: I came here because I know what you have. Who you have.
To Darius’ surprise, Belos didn’t retaliate. He went along with it.
Belos: Oh, you mean Caleb? Brother, dear, come out here, won’t you?
Drip.
Smaller, less threatening steps came. Bile rose in Darius’ throat that he tried to swallow.
Caleb: Yes, Emperor?
Such an innocent voice. Time stopped for a moment as Darius caught a glimpse of the boy’s eyes. Familiarity overwhelmed him and slowly twisted into something darker.
Belos didn’t respond to the boy, only shot him a swift smile. The boy tried to hide a fearful little laugh as he failingly smiled back.
Darius was confused. He didn’t understand why they weren’t fighting him, why they weren’t trying to kill him. Something had to be wrong.
Ignoring his gut, Darius pulsed the largest vine out on command. It shot directly at Belos, driving him against the bone wall by his neck. Darius was gentle. He wanted this to be slow. The other vine split in two and pinned the man against the wall, securing him in place. Darius watched in a sick veil of dread as the boy grew a look of horror on his face and started to panic. Darius’ pulse raised the longer he watched the boy.
Belos laughed. The boy was shaking, and Darius could tell he wasn’t aware of his fate. So ruined, the artificial life, but it was truly innocent at its core. The boy’s wide eyes told Darius everything he needed to know about the scandal. He swallowed.
Belos: You really think that’s going to do it? Well, be my guest.
Darius wrapped the vine at his neck around so the thorns pointed at him like a crown. Ever so slowly, he squeezed. Belos raised his eyebrows.
Darius: Where.
His breath hitched.
Darius: -is the door.
He barely got out the command.
He foolishly stared at the man, only to be taken aback by a spell circle cast by the golden guard. A heavy force pushed Darius back, tripping him backwards, but he managed to keep a grip on the vines as he fell. Darius’ heart dropped as he realized. With a smaller three circles, the boy immediately summoned daggers created out of hardened green goop and shot them at Darius. He dodged the first, the second just scratching his cheek and the third barely scratching his side. Shaking, he wanted to laugh at how pathetic the boy was, but he couldn’t do such a thing. Not to an old friend. That twisting familiarity returned and squeezed his insides.
Belos hummed in delight at the little show. He didn’t seem to mind at all he could be strangled right there. Darius strengthened his grip on the vines, whole body aching desperately as the vine clenched.
Little could Darius see, eyes clouded with murder, the little boy stuttered, glancing at the Emperor before wincing, stepping back, and throwing an acid-like substance at the one fixated on the Emperor. Darius screamed in retaliation, flesh burning off in clumps on his legs, arms and face. His heart beat in his throat, but he held a calm exterior. That calmness seeped inside of him as he begun to accept his fate. He realized in a very familiar horror that he had only two options.
One, if he wanted to his life.
He couldn’t help but grouse and writhe all while Belos laughed in delight. The acid burned his skin, but not more than his heart. Oh, his heart hurt.
The boy did it again, more numbing now to Darius, but debilitating nonetheless. The Emperor cheered him on. Darius wanted to kill the man, he had to, but he felt his grip weaken at the seams. He had no choice.
Hesitantly, but sooner than the boy could cast another potion, Darius summoned a third thick vine and shot it, painstakingly, at the golden guard. Tears threatened him as he was overcome with giref. The boy was successfully pinned against the wall now, too, but with his grip on the boy’s vine and the ache under his skin, his hold on Belos’ gradually slipped.
The boy’s face melted into horror. He slightly raised a hand to cast a spell circle, but it fell apart before it could manifest.
Slowly, but not because he wanted to, Darius squeezed the vine around the boy’s neck, his poor, little face overcome with the sheer terror one cannot imagine. His eyes pleaded for mercy, and from Darius’ tears fell. He could barely look at the boy as he strangled him. The boy choked and gagged and Darius wanted to die. He was in too deep. Too deep.
Belos’ laugh became low, almost a roar as he watched his brother die through the sides of his eyes.
Darius didn’t mean to, but he caught a glimpse of the boy’s face just moments before it would happen. He gagged again, but managed to choke out:
Caleb: Darius.
Darius’s chest heaved until it internally collapsed on itself and the acid’s burns became apathy. Tears dropping like rain, face red and hot and burnt and deadly, he stared in Caleb’s eyes as he did what he had to do. The boy let out one final choking plea before his eyes peacefully fell shut. Darius wanted to rip out his own heart to stop it from thumping. A sickening sob escaped him, and he lost his grip on the Emperor further. He could’ve killed the Emperor had he persisted, but he knew his chance was finally slipping away from him now without reach. All to kill a little boy.
Belos: You know I’d love to stay and end you, but I have places to be.
All while Darius sobbed like a helpless basket-case, collapsed and covered in blood and burns, the man began to transfigure into goop behind his weak hold. Icy blue eyes crawling through the holes in his skin, emerging like growing vines, he began to melt into himself. Darius didn’t notice until he was already halfway thick fluid, seeming to disappear out of nowhere. The monster let out a low groan as the last of him collapsed in on itself and he became nothing but a puddle. He’d transported. He was gone.
No…
Darius had failed. He dropped the vines and fell on all fours, acid burning his fingertips that he didn’t even feel. His eyes so red, his own skin disfigured, he looked like a monster himself. He was the monster, wasn’t he? He stood up, legs shaking, to swallow the lump in his throat. He couldn’t keep still as he thought about the boy’s last words, the last plea of his eyes. It was as if all else had never even happened, only the murder of a little boy. An old friend.
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Welcome back!! I'm actually gonna be on time posting these for a while
Previous part:
https://theowlhouse.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000206368
Portal:
Let's go!
TRIGGER WARNING: implied depictions of s*lf h*rm
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He summoned a thorny vine up from the group and it wrapped around his wrist. It began to squeeze, following command, and thorns pierced the first couple layers of his skin. Tighter. Smaller vines began to spring up around the one he’d summoned, pushing their way through the dirt to face him like a cluster of holes. His breath hitched. His eyes became transfixed. Blood dripping out of the wounds, vine curling around his arm like a snake suffocating its prey. It was eerily silent, letting the squelch of the plants and skin take stage. All he heard, all he saw, all he felt. Tighter and tighter. Bloodier and bloodier. Tighter and tighter, squeezing, curling, ripping skin…
Nyx: Darius?
He snapped out of it at the familiar voice, shaking, dropping the vine and leaving tiny open wounds vulnerable to another.
He turned to see the woman holding up the dagger-like shard. He shot into panic.
Darius: What are you doing, oh my Titan, not in front of everyone-
She crossed her arms and stared at him straight-faced.
Nyx: Do. You. Want. To. Talk. About. It.
That wasn’t a question.
He sighed.
She crouched down next to the rock he was sitting on, soon taking notice of his wrist. Sher furrowed her brow.
Nyx: Darius…?
He turned away.
Darius: I don’t want to talk about it.
She laughed a little.
Nyx: You have to, you know that. It’s the only-
He gestured to his wrist.
Darius: That, I mean.
She nodded respectfully.
He sighed again.
Nyx adjusted herself to sit on the dirt. She lightly threw the shard on the ground in between the two of them.
Nyx: What do you know about them?
Darius shook his head in slight disorientation and stared.
Darius: Wow, sorry, that was blunt.
She let out a sad chuckle.
Nyx: Just tell me what you know.
His eyes easily fixated on the object, just the smallest amount of dried green goop on the tip. Shaky breath, he began.
Darius: I know he wasn’t a real person. I knew his vulnerabilities, his secrets, his life. His…
His hands shook. His eyelids clenched. So did his heart.
Darius: …His end.
Nyx knew how hard this must be to talk about, but she didn’t dance around the subject.
Nyx: Tell me something that’s gonna help us.
Darius shut his eyes for a moment, opening them to a blurrier lens.
Darius: Belos manipulates him. He molds him to fit his twisted image, emotionally, psychologically, an- and physically.
Stills of raw lungs lying on the floor flashed in the back of his mind.
Darius: He could create an effectively limitless supply of them, but he only ever keeps one at a time. Easier to manipulate, I suppose. There’s one of them now.
Nyx’s eyebrows raised at the last sentence.
Nyx: How do you know?
Darius picked up the shard.
Darius: This isn’t Hunter’s. He burns every remain of them once they’re gone.
Nyx: And how- how does this affect us?
Darius: They have their own magic, they can heal. Titan knows the man would be dead without life support. That last potion we took out on him – it should affect him to some degree, but not anymore than he can’t bounce back from. We’re essentially stuck in a loop until either he or we get an advantage.
Nyx: Would getting rid of the Golden Guard help? Could we realistically... kill him?
Suddenly, Darius drew back in horror and his breath hitched in denial, sounding almost like a pathetic laugh.
Darius: No- No, we can’t. No.
So many visions flashed in his head that he couldn’t recognize any of them. It was like he was in someone else’s mind. He was choking, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be in this body. He wasn’t supposed to remember. He wasn’t supposed to know.
Darius: I have to go.
Swiftly, he stood up straight and walked aimlessly away from Nyx. The blood on his wrist had clotted and dried now, as if the little stabs never happened.
Eda sat alone in her tent. Her sweaty knees propped up by the short height of the cot, she hung her head so her chin lay in her palm, elbow resting on her thigh. She stared at the floor, visions of her death and the owl beast dancing in front of her merrily. They taunted her. The claw in her chest relaxed, though she could still feel it’s eerily long nails scratch her from the inside. It was dusk outside. If only she could bring herself to go there.
Okay, get it straight. I failed Luz and King. They’re dead if not worse. Lily is gone. She could be dead too. Lily didn’t want me. Raine doesn’t want me. They lied to me and ruined me and just left me like this. They all left me. I’m dying. And I want to die.
Her thoughts were simple. Primitive. How could they be anything complex in such a primal state of distress? She stifled a sob. Then another. Again and again until it all just came crashing down. Tears plopped onto the ground, whines hitched in her throat. Her face crumpled while she broke down as quiet as she could. Her arm slipped, leaving her head flat on her knee as she cried.
All alone, she could do nothing but wait. Maybe for the next meeting, maybe for the end.
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Expect the next part next week, or sooner if the general audience wants it sooner! I am literally so bored
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So this year I'm looking to be Hunter from The Owl House (specifically him as the Golden Guard), so I was wondering if anyone had any good ideas on what I should do for this costume while keeping it below $100-$150 lol...
Yeh I'm already thinking about Halloween…...
So I'm watching TOH with my mom and we just started season 2 (I've watched it before and she hasn't), and EVERY. SINGLE. TIME the golden guard is onscreen I literally shriek and like, FANGIRL over him (I just love hunter so freaking much) and She's like... wth... he's literally a villain why do you like him so much and I'm like... you'll see mother... you'll see... (also we just got introduced to amity's parents and when we saw ophelia I flipped her off)
I keep thinking about how if it hadn't actually been Luz that Kikimora had taken, Belos very likely would have killed Hunter (likely by dropping him down where King found the Collector, along with the remains of previous Golden Guards).
Anyway, the series would be a lot different if Hunter was actually captured by Kikimora.
Luz really saved Hunter's life, along with (eventually) all of the Boiling Isles by disguising herself as him.
Before becoming the Golden Guard, Hunter was a coven scout, right? And guard captains are in charge of coven scouts, and the Golden Guard is in charge of them.
So, would Hunter have become the next in rank, a guard captain, before becoming the Golden Guard?
https://theowlhouse.fandom.com/wiki/Guard_Captain
Does anyone know???
What do you think?
Chapter hub: https://theowlhouse.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000195081
“He's... a better version of an old friend. But, thanks to you, I'll have to make another one.” Belos chided as he morphed from appearing like Philip to looking like the Emperor everyone knew him as.
“But... why? Why go through all this?” Luz begged.
“I'll do anything to save humanity from evil.” the monster answered plainly, grabbing a Golden Guard mask off the ground.
“No,” Luz stated, shaking her head, “You’re evil”
“Well,” Belos shrugged, dropping the mask to his feet, “Can’t reason with crazy,”
In a flash, Belos’ arm transformed into abomination-like slime, shaping his hand into a scythe. The blade came directly through her chest. Hunter hadn’t saved her.
Luz could feel herself collapsing.
“And I thought that maybe we could have gotten along,” Belos said over her dying body, “Oh well, I suppose that’s what I get for thinking a heretic like you could ever amount to anything,”
Luz opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom. She glanced at the clock, it was four-thirty in the morning.
This was the third night in a row where she had had visions of that night in her head. The third night in a row where she woke up in a cold sweat and was too exhausted to get up. The third night in a row where Luz spent half the night staring at the ceiling, praying that her eyes would shut. The nightmare always went the same way, it was just like how it had really gone, but Hunter never saved her.
They never shut, because why would they? By the time her alarm went off that morning, Luz was almost paralyzed by fatigue, the thing blasted in her ears for what felt like hours before she could finally muster the energy to move her hand a few feet to turn it off. There was no way she was going to school today, not after the third night of nightmare-induced insomnia.
A few minutes later, Luz heard a knock on the door.
“Luz?” It was Eda’s voice, “Kiddo, trust me, I get not wanting to go to school, but this seems unlike you. Is everything alright?”
Luz groaned with fatigue. It must’ve been heard through the door, because Eda quickly responded, “Do you really think you can fake being sick or tired so you can play hooky?”
Eda opened the door.
“Oh,” was all that escaped her mouth. Luz understood why, she probably looked almost as shitty as she felt.
Eda swiftly moved to Luz’s bedside. “What’s wrong, kid?” asked the concerned Owl Lady.
“Couldn’t sleep…” Luz softly moaned.
“Why not?”
“...nightmare…” Luz muttered.
“Well, you’re safe here Luz,” Eda whispered, “Try to get some sleep, you look like you really need it,”
And with that, Eda left her.
Luz tried to sleep, but it didn’t go well, as to be expected. After what felt like forever, she gave up and dragged herself out of bed. There was someone she knew who had experience with bad dreams, so she was going to find them.
Harry’s eyes were already heavy as he climbed the ladder into Professor Trelawney’s classroom. He, Ron, and Hermione had been practicing stunning spells on each other all morning. The heavy perfume wasn’t helping. Nor was the light breeze. Almost as soon as he took a seat, his eyelids drooped…
He was riding on an eagle owl, soaring through the clear blue sky in wonderful sunlight. He was flying directly towards an old, vine-draped house. The owl flew lower and lower toward the house, eventually, it flew in through a dark window on the top story of the house. It flew further and further inside the house, eventually leading Harry to a gloomy-looking room at the end of a seemingly endless hallway. Harry leaped off the back of the owl. He was now watching as it fluttered across the room into a chair with its back to Harry. There were two dark shapes on the floor beside the chair.
One was a huge snake, and the other was a short and balding man. He was wheezing and sobbing on the rug.
“You are in luck, Wormtail,” said a cold, high-pitched voice from the depths of the chair the owl had fluttered into. “You are very fortunate indeed. Your blunder has not ruined everything. He is dead.”
“Nagini,” The voice continued, “You are out of luck. I will not be feeding Wormtail to you after all. But never mind that, there is still Harry Potter.”
The snake hissed, and Harry noticed its tongue fluttering.
“Now, Wormtail. Perhaps you need a little reminder why I will not tolerate another blunder from you.”
“My Lord,” The voice begged, “Please… no… I beg of you…”
The tip of a wand emerged from the chair. It was pointed directly at Wormtail. “Crucio,” said the cruel voice.
Wormtail screamed as though every nerve in his body was on fire, the screaming filled Harry’s ears as the scar on his forehead seared with pain; he was yelling too, Voldemort would hear him, would know he was there…
“Harry! Harry! ”
Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of Professor Trelawney’s classroom. His scar was burning so badly that his eyes were watering. The entire class was standing around him, and Ron was kneeling next to him, looking terrified.
“You alright?” He asked.
“Of course, he isn’t!” exclaimed Professor Trelawney, looking far too excited.
“What was it, Potter? A premonition? An apparition? What did you see?”
“Nothing” Harry lied, sitting up. He couldn’t stop himself from looking around, into the shadows behind him. Voldemort’s voice had sounded so close…
“You were clutching your scar!” Professor Trelawney said, “You were rolling on the floor, clutching your scar! Come on now, Potter, I have experience in these matters!”
“I need to go to the hospital wing, I think,” He said, “Bad headache,”
“My dear, you were undoubtedly stimulated by the extraordinary clairvoyant vibrations of my room!” Trelawney exclaimed, “If you leave now, you may lose the opportunity to see-”
“The only thing I want to see is a headache cure,” Harry snapped as he grabbed his bag and headed for the trapdoor.Harry had no real intention to go to the Hospital Wing,. Sirius had told him what to do if his scar acted up again, so Harry planned to follow that advice. He was going to go find Dumbledore.
He started sprinting toward the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore’s office. He was almost there when…
“Ow!” someone yelled, “Watch where you’re going!”
Harry looked around, he had accidentally bumped into Luz, who was now on the ground. How hard did I hit her? Harry wondered. She had heavy bags under her eyes, and her hair was a mess. She looked worse than Hermione had during final exams last year.
“Oh, Harry! You’re just who I’m looking for!” She realized, dusting off her knees and starting to stand, which was about as successful as Neville’s attempts in potions.
“Woah,” She said as her legs wobbled so much she fell again, “You know what? I think I’ll stay on the ground for a while. Anyway, Harry, can I talk with you?”
“Can it wait?” Harry stapped angrily, “I need to see Dumbledore,”
“Harry, you said that if any of us had bad dreams, or heard voices, to talk to you,” Luz said, “So I took that advice,”
“Look, can it wait? I really need to see Dumbledore,” Harry insisted.
“Why do you need to see him?”
“Same reason you need to see me,” Harry admitted under his breath.
“Then maybe I can come with you!” Luz exclaimed.
“Err,” Harry paused, he couldn’t think of a way to talk her out of it, especially one that would work on someone as stubborn as Luz.
“Sure, I guess,” Harry finally said.
Luz yawned, “Could you help me up?”
Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her off of the floor, “Need me to help balance you?”
Luz nodded. So Harry let her lean on him.
They finally reached the stone gargoyle, and that was when Harry realized he still didn’t know the password.
“Sherbet Lemon?” He tried tentatively.
Unsurprisingly, the gargoyle did not move.
“Okay…” Harry said, trying to think of what else it could be, “Pear drop, err… Liquorice Wand, Fizzing Whizzbee, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum,”
“Harry, what in the world are you trying to do?” Luz asked.
“Trying to guess the password,” He said.
“And you think it’s going to be a candy?”
“Well, it was ‘Sherbet Lemon’ two years ago,” He admitted.
“Then try Muggle candies,” Luz said plainly, “Hershey’s Chocolate, Gushers, Butterfinger, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Almond Joy, Jolly Ranchers-”
The gargoyle practically leaped out of place, allowing the two champions entrance.
“Jolly Ranchers?” Luz muttered, “Good to know,”
Harry walked to the foot of a stone spiral staircase. “Here, Luz, you should take the railing, not me.” He offered, swapping sides with her.
But instead of actually having to climb the stairs, they brought them up like a set of escalators, eventually bringing them up to a polished oak door with a brass door-knocker.
Harry could hear voices coming from inside the office, so he placed his ear up against the door to eavesdrop.
“Dumbledore, I’m afraid I don’t see the connection, I don’t see it at all!” said the voice of the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, “Ludo says that Bertha’s perfectly capable of getting herself lost. I agree we would have expected to have found her by no, but all the same, we’ve no evidence of foul play, Dumbledore, none at all. As for her disappearance being linked to Barty Crouch’s!”
“And just what do you think happened to Barty Crouch, Minister?” Moody’s growling voice pestered.
“I see two possibilities, Alastor,” said Fudge, “Either Crouch has finally cracked - which I’m sure you’ll agree is more than likely, given his personal history - lost his mind, and gone wandering off somewhere-”
“He must have wandered rather quickly if that is to be the case,” Dumbledore said calmly.
“Or else… well…” Fudge sounded embarrassed, “Well, I’ll reserve judgment until after I’ve seen the place where he was found. Which was just past the Beauxbatons carriage, correct? Dumbledore, do you know what kind of woman their Headmistress is?”
“A very capable one,” Dumbledore quietly replied, “And an excellent dancer to boot,”
“Dumbledore, come on!” Fudge irately insisted, “Don’t you think you’re a little biased in her favor thanks to that oaf you hired for a groundskeeper? They aren’t all harmless, if, that is, you consider Hagrid harmless, with that monster obsession he’s got,”
“I no more suspect Madame Maxime than I do Hagrid,” said Dumbledore, still very calm, “I think it is possible you might be prejudiced against them, Cornelius.”
“Can we wrap this up?” Moody growled.
“Yes, let’s go finish this down on the grounds,” Fudge said impatiently.
“No, that’s not it,” Moody said, “It’s just that Potter and Noceda seem to want a word with you, Dumbledore. They’re just outside the door,”
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I may or may not be hyperfixating on Hunter.
Here are some of the Hunter sketches I've made recently (mostly today).
(You might have to click/press on this to see the whole thing.)
Hope you like these random Hunter drawings! ^U^