Seven

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I get up to greet newts arrival, standing a few steps from the door.
The door bursts open, swinging around and crashing into the wall, any other time i would have been glad i was not standing so close, but now i felt like i would prefer the comforting blackness of concussion to whatever lies ahead for me.
Three boys step in, non of them newt, alby was there, a tall boy, and another with blond hair and very characteristic eyebrows. stepping forward the two new boys grab my arms, pulling them back tightly making me groan in pain. Alby stepping up to me, sizing me up and whispering menacingly in my ear, "we'll find out what yer up to yer little pile o' klunk". struggling, the boys drag me down the stairs, me feet often slipping from under me causing pain to shoot up my legs and spine. the boys carried on, out of the entrance of the homestead. I look around, trying to find newts eyes, his babyface, his tall body sticking up from the crowd.

The three boys said i was to spend some time in the slammer. the so called prison they told me.

On the outskirts of the glade i spotted a lanky frame. Newt. He rushed toward us, shouting at the boys. "Gemma" he said "it'll only be a day, promise, they just want to make sure its not you causing these strange events" he leaned down and kissed my head drawing me into a hug just as he had earlier, but i didn't feel it. "what strange events newt?" he put a finger on my lips and moved away from me, closing a door and locking me in.

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