"Oy--McLaggen, you're not allowed----how'd you even---!"
Finn slammed the door to the hanger open with an angry fist, storming by the official, his breaths short as he had just disapparated from his home in Puddlemere to bloody Lisburn to get---that smug bastard. Berkeley Darcy. He had broken so many rules just now, appearing right on the base where hopefully no one saw him poof out of mid-air.
The letter that was crumpled up in his hands was going to get shoved down this mother fucker's throat because----Tibs had been right, he'd been right about his bloody suspicions and Finn hadn't listened! He hadn't listened about this random stranger coming into their lives, into their parents' home and now Tibs was missing, there was some major blackout sweeping the country and---"DARCY!"
Finn did not wait for the man to acknowledge him before he grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, not a second later slugging him in the jaw, "WHERE'S MY BROTHER?"
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
