"Trust me, you shouldn't want anyone like me on your back."
"Maybe I don't want anyone like you on my back," His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, confining me tighter into barely any space as my back pressed against the wall.
"Maybe I want you. U...
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE MUSIC BEATS THUNDERED IN SYNC with my heart beats as I stepped into the busy party, dark figures spinning all around me. The lights had darkened to a deep unchanging green, and wizards and witches laughed and screamed, in their element as they conversed and tasted freedom in form of crystal glasses clutched tight in their sparkling talons, shimmering with dark liquids.
Despite having spent years upon years in Azkaban or Nurmengard, these convicts bore the stark element of heavy sophistication. Elegant forms and conversations rolling from in between painted lips like words had never been halted for them before. Perfumed kisses tainted the air, the scent of sharp cologne mixed with that of smoke from burning plants in silver bongs. I only saw green and black, every other color a foreigner in my vision at present.
I looked for and found myself in Flora Fischer's room, where the dwarf witch stood frozen exactly where I had left her. Her eyes were half lidded. Great, she decided to take a nap. Irritated, with a flick of my hand and quickly drawn rune, I unfroze her and she tumbled forwards, her eyes going wide as she hit the floor and scrambled to gather herself. Her face rose to look at me, and her surprise was replaced with resolve once again.
"Wait till I leave," I spoke, folding my arms across my chest, my eyes glaring into hers. "Then you will tell all the acolytes that I will be leading them. You will make sure of their allegiance to me and me alone."
"And what of the death eaters? and the others?" She spoke, voice shaking as her breath came in heavy pants, a feeble attempt to get over what she had just been resorted through.
I kept my face straight. Multiple prisons had been broken out of. The wizarding governments won't rest until they fill their prisons back up, they won't rest until they gathered the convicts back. And I couldn't get rid of the acolytes just yet. I needed to know why Grindelwald had freed them, and not bothered to break himself out. I needed to know what he was up to. He may be responsible for the death eaters' escape as well, but they weren't the important ones—they weren't his followers.
