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[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180515/97caacbceeb199a2a729638f0625a511.png[/img][hr][/center][indent][color=3A5057]"That's all you got?"[/color] Abram said, spitting blood towards the man before him. [color=3A5057]"When I get these things off of me, I'm going to kill you, you know that right?"[/color]

Abe was never a man for threats, but being punched and kicked while being tied up kind of pissed him off. It pissed him off enough that he was threatening the men who stood around him. The easy route would have been to use spells on Abram, but luckily he had a magic charm on him that helped protect him from out-bound spells, for a the time being.

One of the men cracked his fists, grinning ear to ear, as he stepped up, lifting the young Auror to his feet as he began leading him back into the room that Claire was left. Abe was thankful that she wasn't hurt as he entered the room, his own face smiling as blood trickled down from his lip. 

[color=3A5057]"I'm right here,"[/color] he said, [color=3A5057]"Fine and dandy."[/color] Abram was then tossed beside Claire, with the man quickly leaving the room, locks and bolts sounding before his heavy footsteps faded behind the wooden barrier.

[color=3A5057]"Are you alright?"[/color] Abram said, wiping the blood with his shoulder. [color=3A5057]"These guys... They were expecting us to drink the alcohol. I think they work for Khan, but no one is saying anything. If I only had my damn wand."[/color][/indent]