god is a witch.

“ writing on the wall ”, chapter xxxvi  [ read HERE ]

━━━ «  how do I live? how do I breathe? when you're not here I'm suffocating I want to feel love, run through my blood tell me, is this where I give it all up? for you I have to risk it all 'cause the writing's on the wall a million shards of glass that haunt me from my past as the stars begin to gather and the light begins to fade when all hope begins to shatter know that I won't be afraid if I risk it all, could you break my fall? »  

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"Your assumption is correct, Blaise", the witch said. "If you fail you have a shot of Firewhisky. Then the others can decide to take their guess, but they only get one try and will have two shots of penalty to drink".

Harry looked over her shoulder to read the instructions.

"You just made that up", he accused, playfully.

"I still don't get what's so extreme about it", Draco added.

Harry instinctively eyed the vial, which was still in the box. Surely it couldn't be?

"Is that Veritaserum?", he inquired.

Were they in England he would have to confiscate it.

"Yup", Pansy's honeyed voice lingered on the "p". "Everyone takes a sip before we start. It should last approximately ten minutes, just enough time to write on the cards".

"So we can't fabricate a secret", Draco mused.

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