“Who lets him serve like that? As an omega?”
“Leave it for the courts, Riddle,” says Lucius, but his eyes are trained on the unwelcome commentators like they’re two particularly offensive mice. “You’ll get your turn…if Potter doesn’t eat them alive, first.”
The point call rings out. Service ace, for the second time in a row. It soothes the ache somewhat to see Harry drain the light from his opponent’s eyes.
“Move us back to doubles,” demands Tom.
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23 Jul 2020