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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔵
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3ʀᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 1982.
𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳...
Aleydis sat on the couch of the Rosier Manor. She was fidgeting with her ring in worry, her legs bounced due to the anxiousness. The book in her hand was long forgotten and laid closed on her lap.
Suddenly she felt a change in the wards, picking up her wand she walked out, her robes falling down leaving her in her jeans and top.
She went into the courtyard when she saw him.
Dumbledore stood holding Evan Rosier on wand-point
"Ms. Rosier, I know you are there," he said.
Aleydis chuckled sadistically, pulling down the wards.
"Dumblywhore," she began, smirking as he sneered.
"Wasn't the previous match brutal enough? If I recall correctly, you were begging for me to spare you, "Leave me, Lady Rosier, I've committed the crime of underestimating you. The Ministry will be here in a few minutes, they would not spare you, let me go and I'll not speak a word," Aleydis mocked him.
