Patricia Miller
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'Go ahead. Try fighting it.' 'Fight. Fight. Fight.' Rhys has been waiting to hear Ayesha's desires ever since he joined the Underworld Corps. And now that he was actually hearing it, he wanted nothing to do with it. "You... want me to fight a Level 8 monster, Ma'am?" "What did I say about calling me Ma'am and asking questions?" "...Ayesha." "Yes, go fight it." Rhys looked Ayesha in the eyes for a few seconds before he very slowly turned to look at the 5 Gray Hearts floating above her…-
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"Rhys, what... is this sticky stuff?" Both Rhys and Katarina could really only stare at each other as some sort of white, sticky fluid now bridged his finger and Katarina's face. Rhys's silver eyes, completely blank as several thoughts entered his mind. Katarina also couldn't move, the only thing she could do was just hold Rhys's thick arm. "Wh—Heh!?" And right when she finally decided to move, her face was once again showered by the white sticky fluid coming out of Rhys's fingers. If she wasn't…
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Tom and Natasha sat in a private room in the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for Hermione's Head of House, Minerva McGonagall, to show up for their meeting. It was a few more minutes until the scheduled time and Minerva was not yet there so Tom and Natasha were leisurely talking with each other and suddenly, Natasha decided to shift the topic in a direction that slightly surprised Tom. "I met Narcissa Malfoy yesterday." Natasha offhandedly stated as if she didn't just drop a huge bomb on Tom who worried that…-
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Natasha was walking around Diagon Alley, looking for a place where she could get lunch. Tom was far too busy with his research so for today she was alone. Her morning was spent going around the apothecary shops and buying herbs she intended to plant in her new garden and she had to admit, Wizarding Britain was a wonderful place when it came to the variety of magical plants. It was a few days ago that Tom and Hermione made up and it was decided that Hermione would stay at the Weasleys until the end of…
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When Tom and Natasha woke up, they were not in the mood for anything so they simply stayed in their bed, lazily cuddling with each other. As they idly enjoyed their time with each other, Tom suddenly found himself gazing at Natasha's hand resting on his chest and his eyes slid towards her fingernails as he remembered them gleaming with ominous crimson color when she talked with Kingsley. "Hmm... green nail polish?" Tom hummed with a slight interest gleaming in his brown eyes. "You always said you…
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Kingsley's day was getting worse and worse by the second. Not only did he wake up with a killer headache, and had a stand-off with his long-time trusted colleagues, causing their mutual trust to deteriorate to a degree, but then he also had to be among the unlucky guys connected to the attack on their very own Minister. On top of that, the sniveling coward refused to even admit he was attacked. Just great. How was one supposed to do his job when everyone and everything was trying so hard to prevent…
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The walk towards the Minister's office was completely quiet, Kingsley no longer interested in participating in a small talk with Tom and Natasha, preferring to grumpily sulk as he led them through the halls of the Ministry. Under the curious gazes of other workers, the trio arrived in front of the Minister's office and Kingsley stopped for a moment, definitely intent on giving Tom and Natasha some advice on do's and don'ts. Unfortunately for him, the second Tom realized what the man wanted to do, he…
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Just as Tom promised, the next day he and Natasha came to the Ministry of Magic for the supposed meeting with the Minister. Of course, both were fully prepared to fight their way out in case Minister Fudge decided to go out with one last bang. That was the whole reason why Tom had him tortured the second time after they gained a mutual understanding. So the guy wouldn't get any strange ideas. Sure, the poison was a nice failsafe but one could never be too careful. As they arrived at the Ministry, the…
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Tom was in Fudge's kitchen, idly noting that it was well-equipped and also looked well-used. Mrs. Fudge most likely knew her way around the kitchen and spent quite a bit of her time inside of this room. Good for Fudge... Since he was already there, Tom decided to make a cup of tea for Natasha and himself as he pondered the current situation while remaking his future plans to make them fit the current circumstances since he had nothing else to do with his time. The problem with solving problems with…
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Around half an hour passed since Natasha departed and the worried Tom finally received a signal that she was done with her part. Sighing in relief, Tom stopped his boredom-killing tinkering with the wards and stood up before walking towards the house. And when he was about to knock, the door opened, revealing a smiling Natasha, exaggeratedly bowing in a mock invitation as if she owned the place., "Welcome to my humble momentary abode, my dear." Tom cracked a small smile at that and quipped, "I guess…
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