R E D Я U M !

                                      it was a sentiment harry shared.

     or had. it’d been a matter of undermining      every expectation his father had, had   for      him.  in  the  beginning,  at  least.  now  it      was one more reason  to  feel  alive.  like       he      wasn’t       just       wasting       away.                adrenalin. anything               that      made      his                pulse                 race.                             the more risk the better.                                                the drive is silent for the most                                               part.   the   gates  are  opened                                                for   him  and  the  car  left  out                                                front  the  mansion.  someone                                                would   move  it  for  him   later.                                    ” i’d say  make  yourself  at  home,                                      but that feels like inviting trouble. ” 

        shedding   his  coat  and  leaving  it  on         the hanger near the door, he motioned         mischa   toward  the  stairs  and  up  to          one        of         the         living        areas.

       He catalogues every street sign, every left and right        turn until they're on the lot ( it'll be of use later on ).

       It takes a good fifteen seconds for Mischa to collect        the pieces of his dignity off the ground. There's  big,        and then there's enormous. Is he compensating -- ?

      "Это слишком поздно для этого, мистер Осборн."

       Bottle tucked under an arm, he follows close behind.

       He could do it now if he wanted to. There's  a   piece        on him, a weapon, and damn if Harry wasn't offering        the perfect opportunity! But he'll wait. Oh, he'll wait.

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