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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 22, 2007 23:54:05 GMT
I fall off the chair, clutching at my throat.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 22, 2007 23:58:13 GMT
I picked up Sarah and Amy and brought them across the hall into the living room in the care of a house elf, then ran back. "Angie, can you breath?!"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 0:00:07 GMT
I shake my head, my face turning red.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 0:02:38 GMT
"Um...an actual thing in your throat or a spell?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 0:05:24 GMT
I hit my hand on the floor twice, hoping he'll get it.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 1:23:05 GMT
"Spell? Um...um...shiiiit how do I get rid of it?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 2:28:42 GMT
I look at his pocket wehre his wand was before passing out.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 17:09:53 GMT
I took my wand out and pointed it at her throat. "Anapneo." I cast, hoping that would be the right spell.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 22:29:48 GMT
I lay still, not breathing.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 23:08:10 GMT
"Derrr..shit shit shit...um, um......Finite incantatem!"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 23:10:07 GMT
I start coughing, rolling onto my side.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 23:16:07 GMT
I sighed in releif and knelt down next to her. "Angie, can you breathe?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 23:17:18 GMT
I cough some more, then take a few shallow breaths. "I saw him die."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 23, 2007 23:22:10 GMT
"I-who? Or will that cause the spell to do that again?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 23, 2007 23:28:31 GMT
"I don't know. And I don't want to find out." I shake my head.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 24, 2007 0:18:43 GMT
"Um...can you write it? Or..or...do I have to guess? Is it someone we know?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 24, 2007 0:31:50 GMT
"I don't know."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 24, 2007 0:52:23 GMT
"To which part?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 24, 2007 1:08:57 GMT
"Who he was."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 24, 2007 1:12:01 GMT
"Oh. How old was he?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 24, 2007 1:27:38 GMT
I shake my head. "I don't know."
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Post by Kathryn Swan on Aug 24, 2007 1:36:54 GMT
Peter sighed. "Did you see who did it? Or where?"
<<*being too lazy to switch characters while i'm getting this one offed*>>
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 24, 2007 2:47:23 GMT
I look at him. "I think....I htink I did it."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 24, 2007 2:58:37 GMT
I tilted my head slightly to one side. "You? Kill someone?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 24, 2007 3:15:27 GMT
I looked away from him, and took a few deep breaths.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 24, 2007 16:08:27 GMT
I attempted a smile, but it probably came out more like a grimace. "Angie, I'm sure, if it was you, that you were just doing what you had to."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 24, 2007 20:54:41 GMT
"Peter, I"m going to kill soemone. I dont' even know hwo it was."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 25, 2007 0:58:05 GMT
"But you don't know when, either. It could be in five years, after you've met them, after they've killed Order members or some such."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 25, 2007 3:31:10 GMT
I shake my head. "It's much sooner than that. I've had visions that I've seen myself in a year or two and my face is scarred. This...face was unblemished."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 28, 2007 21:37:33 GMT
I looked down. "That's terrible. Do you know why your face will be scarred?"
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