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- Rosewood, Essence of basilisk venom 12"
Cocytus found himself in a graveyard. It was early day here in England.
He looked around trying to regain his bearings. The pain hit him all at once like a sledgehammer the size of a small child. He fell to the ground clutching at his arm and sides. He hissed in pain and tried to regain himself. Graveyard, early day. That meant he was far west of Zealand, or East one of the two, he was almost on the other side of the planet, it didn't matter.
Ropes, old. VERY old... Around a statue. Odd.
Culdron, tipped on it's side. Odder.
He forced his mind to snap back from the rage and pain. He regained control.
He took a deep breath, the pain becoming more bareable. Cocytus had returned to form.
"Damn." he said simply. He backhanded the sweat from his brow and tried to force more feeling to return to his arm. He started regretting it as pain came with feeling. He let out a mirthless chuckle. His son hated him did he?
Good.
Hate was something the Auror's didn't do well enough. Death Eaters, on the other hand, excelled at it. Hate was a step in the right direction.
He looked up.
"Shadow. I know your here." He said, his voice level and smooth again.
He looked around trying to regain his bearings. The pain hit him all at once like a sledgehammer the size of a small child. He fell to the ground clutching at his arm and sides. He hissed in pain and tried to regain himself. Graveyard, early day. That meant he was far west of Zealand, or East one of the two, he was almost on the other side of the planet, it didn't matter.
Ropes, old. VERY old... Around a statue. Odd.
Culdron, tipped on it's side. Odder.
He forced his mind to snap back from the rage and pain. He regained control.
He took a deep breath, the pain becoming more bareable. Cocytus had returned to form.
"Damn." he said simply. He backhanded the sweat from his brow and tried to force more feeling to return to his arm. He started regretting it as pain came with feeling. He let out a mirthless chuckle. His son hated him did he?
Good.
Hate was something the Auror's didn't do well enough. Death Eaters, on the other hand, excelled at it. Hate was a step in the right direction.
He looked up.
"Shadow. I know your here." He said, his voice level and smooth again.