clownpodge

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"Oh, trust me, he definitely doesn't think you're weak," he scoffed. "I made sure to talk about how much you fought to save them. You even threw yourself out the window to try and save your sister."

Now it was Vi's turn to scoff. She leaned back in her hospital bed, legs curled up, arms still crossed. "And then what, I used Vander as a pillow? Or did you lie and say he died in the fire?" She looked down for a moment to gather herself, to try not to sound as angry as she just had, see where that got her. "Where is she?"

"Who?"

"My sister, genius," Vi said.

Marcus' eyebrows raised, his jaw jutted out, and for a second Vi thought he would complete the set and look down his nose at her. Instead he copied her, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and suddenly he was back to being the bastard she always knew him as. "She's dead, like I said."

"Bullshit," she snarled. "I know Powder, I know my sister. She'd never let someone like Silco get the best of her," she said the name like it hurt her. Marcus thought it probably had with how venomously she'd spit it out.

"Last I saw, Silco," he drawled mockingly, "had his claws in Powder, literally -"

"Shut up!" Vi shouted. "You don't know her!"

"You're right. But I know Silco." He smiled like he'd gotten the upper hand on her.

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The jungle was awash in blood. Bodies torn apart, arrows broken off and lodged deep in Avatar skulls and oxygen masks ripped off, human resistance members, their faces blue in death. Jocelyn screamed and screamed and screamed.

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i don't give a damn if they do fall in love (I assume so since its dramione) I cant do it. like they need to be a free person before any romancing can take place. the power imblance is way too strong and I just cant.

Knock knock knock went the door.

"Harry!" Aunt Petunia called out. Harry jolted awake, squinting bleary-eyed at the light filtering through the curtain. "It's your turn to pick the piles today," she paused, "are you awake?"

"Yeah," he called sleepily. Aunt Petunia said no more and Harry heard her footsteps recede. It was Friday, a little less than one week till his birthday. Still half-asleep, Harry opened the curtains, getting a face full of blinding light reflecting off of the white pathways of the neighborhood. A sure-fire way to wake up.

Rubbing his eyes and putting on his glasses, Harry's day began. Slowly, though not too slowly as Aunt Petunia was in fact, waiting, he descended the stairs leading from his and Dudley's rooms and met his grandma on the next landing.

"Morning Nan," Petunia's mother's painting looked up from her knitting.

"Harry, so nice to see you."

"You see me all the time, Nan."

"Oh I know," said Nan, "but it's even better first thing in the morning," she looked up and down Harry's outfit. "I see it's a red day." She wasn't wrong there, red and yellow plaid sirwal, red and green plaid long tunic. If they weren't at the cobbler's, Harry would've worn his red flats instead of brown. "How your arch?"

Harry turned to the side so the arch of his feet showed. "Higher than normal I think," Nan noted. "You'll certainly be winning the children's division this year.

"You think?" Last year, Harry had placed second, with Hermione third.

"Certainly, with Peony gone and aged to the teens." Peony Cobb had placed first.

Before Harry could say anything else - Harry.

Harry looked up at the ladder opposite Nan. Nurseheele.

Don't be late.

I won't be.

You will if you keep talking with your grandmother. Harry rolled his eyes. Nurseheele had always been dramatic.

"Nurseheele's sending for you, is he?" Nan had never been the biggest fan of Petunia's familiar being a snake, though she'd never been the biggest fan of Petunia being the second most important asset to all of Britain as well.

"Yeah, bye Nan," Harry waved as he left. Nurseheele nodded at him, before calling to Petunia to bring him back up.

Harry emerged on the roof of the house moments later, squinting to adjust to the light. "Morning Aunt Petunia."

Said aunt turned. "Harry darling. D'you sleep well?" Harry hummed in response, focusing more on getting on his stake. "Good. You want binoculars?"

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