HARRY POTTER AND THE AUDACITY CRACK

“Ma’am there is no back, but I can order this for you.” His smile was slipping dangerously fast. “Check the back then,” The witch glared at him as if he was some mutant crackhead whore selling head for three knuts a pop at the back of Gnomes Tavern.

HARRY POTTER AND THE AUDACITY CRACK

“My dearest apologies for wasting your precious time,” Tom felt one of his pearly whites crack under the pressure of his jaw, “Unfortunately, Borgin and Burkes does not carry the item at the moment, I can howev-“ Tom, with all the grace and patience he cultivated while rubbing shoulders with little lords and ladies in his time in school, mustered a charming smile that never seemed to fail him. “Excuse me?” The mutilated witch on the ground from just a moment before was alive and well glaring at him, “I have been waiting far longer than I should’ve for you to answer me. He’ll keep that in mind for the next cunt to walk through the shop doors, he swore to fucking merlin if another. He should have made an easier kill, perhaps a cruciatus and the killing curse to finish the wench off.

He grit his perfect white teeth in anger, even in death this woman was insufferable. Tom saw the witch in front of him dead on the ground, still warm with her entrails spewed out on the shop floor he just swept half an hour ago.

Harry potter and the audacity