Post by billie exxis greyback on Feb 11, 2015 3:07:58 GMT -5
Billie felt like she was going to be sick. Just keel over and throw up the very limited contents of her stomach all over the cobblestone of Hogsmeade. Still, she slid her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and kept walking. She knew that Drago would need help recruiting their siblings, since it was a little difficult to track just how many of them there were. There were probably more at one point, some taken out by abortions or miscarriages. A way for the universe to limit how much that bastard was allowed to spawn.
She knew that her line of it would end with her. She loved Lorcan with everything in her being, and a part of her swelled with enormous pride over thinking that one day she could have carried his children. Not anymore. Her blood was tainted by the same one Drago carried, that Conrí and all of the others shared with her. Her boots cruched happily under the snow, halting her when she finally reached her destination. The Three Broomsticks. She knew that Conrí would be around and she figured that the noisy environment would be the best cover for their conversation. People usually just drank and kept talking in this place, no one really paid much attention.
Billie walked into the pub, kicking some of the snow from her boots as she entered. She might be working with the Death Eaters now, but she wasn't a complete savage. Death Eaters. It made her stomach churn just thinking that there were groups of people who wanted to slaughter innocent people.. That they would hurt her mother and brothers just because they were muggle. She wanted to spit in Drago's face when he asked, but she was smart enough to know what would happen. If she said no, they would have taken her and Lorcan. They would have beat Billie to death with the his screams of agony as a constant lullaby.
Lorcan could hate her for the choice that she made, but she had no real choice in the matter. It was a risk she knew that she had to take.
The dark haired Greyback slid into the first open booth and looked over the menu, waiting for some sign of her hulking mass of a baby brother.
(Tag: @desmond)
(Notes: not sure how good this is,but enjoy it!)
She knew that her line of it would end with her. She loved Lorcan with everything in her being, and a part of her swelled with enormous pride over thinking that one day she could have carried his children. Not anymore. Her blood was tainted by the same one Drago carried, that Conrí and all of the others shared with her. Her boots cruched happily under the snow, halting her when she finally reached her destination. The Three Broomsticks. She knew that Conrí would be around and she figured that the noisy environment would be the best cover for their conversation. People usually just drank and kept talking in this place, no one really paid much attention.
Billie walked into the pub, kicking some of the snow from her boots as she entered. She might be working with the Death Eaters now, but she wasn't a complete savage. Death Eaters. It made her stomach churn just thinking that there were groups of people who wanted to slaughter innocent people.. That they would hurt her mother and brothers just because they were muggle. She wanted to spit in Drago's face when he asked, but she was smart enough to know what would happen. If she said no, they would have taken her and Lorcan. They would have beat Billie to death with the his screams of agony as a constant lullaby.
Lorcan could hate her for the choice that she made, but she had no real choice in the matter. It was a risk she knew that she had to take.
The dark haired Greyback slid into the first open booth and looked over the menu, waiting for some sign of her hulking mass of a baby brother.
(Tag: @desmond)
(Notes: not sure how good this is,but enjoy it!)
