Dec 18, 2016
( @ofweasleyism​ ; from here. )
             the short thug is glaring at the wizard with jealousy burning in his bright orbs, thinking about how much easier his life would be if only he possessed magic.     ❛   why the fuck didn’t you pull that hocus-pocus crap when they jumped us  ?! could’a avoided this.    ❜     he scoffs & points at his bruised knuckles. ( it’s not like he’s not used to the sensation, though. ) he takes one of the wallets from fred’s hand & searches it, only to find a small packet of crystal meth in it, which immediately draws a smile on his face.    ❛   nice.    ❜
