1.4 | ❝Some families were bound to destroy themselves.❞
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ELYSIAN SAT IN the great hall with Theo and Daphne to accompany him. Daphne had been fussing over his injury, acting like Elysian was in some form of critical condition.
"Does it hurt Elysian? You should check it out to be sure." she said with a tone of encouragement and concern.
His entire left forearm was tightly bandaged up and he could feel all his nerves numbing up due to the pressure building up from the bandages strangling his forearm. There was a phantom of pain from every little movement his arm made, he was only going to he unable to do classes for a around a week or two, but other than that there was not much damage done.
"I mean. . . I can move it." Elysian replied with his words uncertain and wistful.
Theo leaned over the table, his curly hair flopping down to the left side of his forehead with his eyes dark. "That beast nearly clawed it's way through his arm like goblin steel through bread."
Daphne chewed her lower lip with a grimace, "I heard Draco's father is taking action. Apparently he's furious."
That earned a heartless laugh from the boy, it was strong enough for there to be a dull echo of pain ghost past his torn forearm.