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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 10:26:08 GMT
Dio ran out of St. Mungo’s on his way he’d snatched a woman’s scarf from the coat rack and put it around his neck. He needed it more than her, it was just a fashion scarf anyways not an actual functionate one. This reunion with his mother didn’t go as planned. He was hurt both emotionally and physically. Hadn’t the healer returned, this could’ve ended badly for him. Dio should have no problem fighting off his mother but he couldn’t…
The Slytherin boy eventually fell through his knees and sat down against a building. His brain had been cut off from oxigen for a while it seemed. Black spots blurred his vision. Dio breathed, he felt his throat and neck throbbing no doubt dark bruises were formed now. “This will make me stronger,” he whispered to himself. That was right this was only prove of his ability to survive. “Mother loves me.” The blonde closed his eyes for a moment.
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