| Ulyssesβ eyes narrowed in at the boy as he looked at the other once again as he began to weave a story that made him feel an intense anger inside bubbling up like a cauldron boiling. β Why the hell would I lie about that? β He pushed back a little, taking a step back to give him some space as he attempted to find and grasp at the logic in this scenario. β Youβre a Half-Blood?? β The whelplingβs eyes glanced over the man, almost feeling like he was falling into a panic attack in this moment.
β No, I donβt know any Irelia Drake. My Dad has a sister butβ¦ β It hit him in the face like a bag of bricks and the young child looked physically ill as his hand reached against his robe to hold onto his stomach. β I think iβm going to be sick. β Ulysses groaned out, foregoing any of his books and rushing himself to the nearest bathroom to protect himself from any mishaps within the library that might get him banned for life.
After ten minutes, the slytherin returned with his wand cleaning himself up as he looked back at Reginald. β Look, I donβt know what is going on here but this is too much for me to figure out and understand. Iβm gonna reach out to my dad and go from there. Heβll know what to do and heβs the cool one. β
Uly offered a weak smile to the other. β But, if weβre cousins, then. Well. I guess weβll figure out that means together, if that is the case. β |
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