ALASTOR

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1929...

Alastor held the shotgun carefully. He'd pull the trigger any moment now. Y/N knew he would.

Y/N had never loved hunting, but Alastor had insisted she join him. How foolish of her to think she would be able to see an animal get kil*ed.

It was a split-second decision, an idiotic one. Y/N suddenly pushed the gun's barrel, the bullet hitting right past the deer.

''Was that necessary?''

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