Bearse apparated into the Forbidden Forest, the sound like a crack of thunder. He didn't pause to see if Drago was behind him but pushed forward through the dense woods. He used his wand to slash his way through vines and small creatures alike, leaving a trail of destruction in his path. His...
By the time they'd walked back to the school grounds night had fallen. The night air had turned cool and there was little light provided by the moon. Bearse had his hands shoved in his pockets, he wore a scowl on his face. The scar on his lip contrasted starkly white against his face.
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