"I don't suppose I'll convince you that they were the threat, not me," Harry said, his voice and entire demeanor calm as ever, despite the scrapes on his knuckles, the crack in the blacked-out lens on his glasses, the blood on his shirt. He supposed it was reasonable to perceive him as threatening when he'd just taken on four men with his bare hands (and an umbrella) and won.
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Date: 2017-11-08 04:41 am (UTC)