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Chapter 10 : Chapter 9 Summary: Family time. Chapter Text The Lightwoods had a game afternoon. You had plans. Cat and I have an offer for you, do you have time now? Can we stop? M I have time, so feel free to stop. A We're there in 15 minutes. M I will wait for you. A Alec raised his head from the phone and everyone stared at him. He gets up and runs towards the forest, he does not know which direction to take, he has no idea where to hide, he only knows that he must not allow himself to be captured again by those Autobots In the distance he hears cyberwolfs from the guards, screams and orders given to capture him He will not return He is so focused on escaping that he does not notice the branch on his Peds and stumbles, receives great pain in the chassis It does not matter, he gets up and continues running The guards are getting closer and closer, the cyberwolfs have their scent in their sights He would try to fly, but his wing is broken Ky-Alexia's prison alarms begin to lose power in their sonar, it means that if she is moving away it can be a great miracle Precipice… Without realizing it, he followed a river that led to the Mithril Sea, he looked around for an exit, but it was just that, keep running and spilling Energon, Frag!
The Energon spill, the cyberwolfs will know where it goes and then back to jail No, it won't come back His options were few and time was scarce, the more he thought, the more the guards listened, but another sound caught his attention Flying Grounders I had to make a decision and now! Jump off the cliff He does not know if he will get out of this alive, but it was better than going back there Then he feels it, he has fallen into a lake The guards arrive at the precipice surprised, they do not know where he has gone, the cyberwolfs are still confused, one of the guards gives orders to spread out to search the surroundings, they think he could not have jumped, but they did not want to remain in doubt, send the Flyers to search down the cliff, they follow He opens his optics, he is sinking He hides behind a piece of furniture, hears the heavy Peds walking in the distance and a deep and funny voice say:.
He covers his intake so as not to make noise, when he hears those Peds much closer, he holds his breath While up the flying guards look for clues or signs that he has fled there, but nothing It cannot hold any more and nothing towards the surface, it takes a great breath of air and nothing to the shore, when it arrives it tries to breathe to calm its vents that are flooded with water, that do not work badly at all It spits out part of the sea, your hub begins to explode with several alerts of critical damage to the system, large loss of Energon and processor problems How to solve its secrets?
All textures in the add-on have been replaced with the most realistic ones. Even subtle details are noticeable on the skins of the heroes. The blood is drawn surprisingly vividly and colorfully. The sound design has been completely changed, the translation has also been updated and dubbed in Russian.
The difficulty of the game has increased markedly, new monsters, weapons, mercenaries have appeared. This addition made it possible to completely remake the existing game, adding action and entertainment to it. And given the bulk of people wearing either plain black and white formal robes or the darker of their own house colors owing to the season filling Malfoy Manor, he absolutely did not mind blending in.
The size of a muggle card deck and hinged, when opened and expanded with a simple spell it opened like a portable bookcase. Only instead of a simple pair of shelves, the extensive charm and rune work on the library made it capable of rotating between more than a hundred shelves and holding more than a thousand books.
The Pocket Library was the sort of extravagance that Harry would struggle to purchase for himself, given that he had both the Hogwarts library and the dedicated Ravenclaw library for his use during the school year as well as a trunk more than able to store a wide range of books. They made a fanciful picture of icy refinement - the Lady - and masculine beauty in their perfectly matching robes and perfect pureblooded elegance. Too bad that anyone who knew anything about body language could have driven the Titanic through the gap of civility between their silent faces and sedately spaced perfection.
A matched set of dolls might have had more warmth between them for all their vaunted charms and political clout. Being thirteen and not having to prance around like a jackass while everyone gossips about you: amazing. Which meant when the host of the evening moved his way - Harry having to have a hard blink to clear out the tug he always felt whenever he focused on the beautiful man too long - with someone at his side who Harry had never met before but also and strangely seemed familiar at the same time, he was less than thrilled.
Coming up to introduce yourself was apparently okay in the minds of the purebloods if you did it at say, a Wizengamot meeting, but doing so at a ball was a thestral of a different color and strictly considered ill- bred manners. Or when a person he passed inside Kings Cross Station was a wixen who actually knew how to blend in from an actual muggle. He may not know what that parchment was - again, yet - or what that wixen had been doing in Kings Cross Station, but he did know now when they were there and magical.
Well, beyond what his childhood had prepared him to do in order to survive but that was a matter of reading vocal tone, facial expression, and body language not one of magic.
And what he was getting off of Lord Malfoy and his guest all-but-screamed scheming and plots afoot. Or, simply put, Slytherin doings and gameplay were about to be enacted - though whether merely around him or involving him remained to be seen, along with whether said-Slytherin-ness would benefit him or work against him or be a wash costing him time alone.
He supposed there was no accounting for taste. And the teen was a Ravenclaw, a house known for their eccentricities. Several pieces clicked rapidly into place at that, much like when Madam Black had said the words Grey Lord and Elemental Mage, though none of the rapid calculations showed on his face as he merely smiled properly and offered his hand to the Duc del Sol Even if Harry was determined to redress the lack in his ability to directly gather information eventually.
Interesting that. My mistake. Neville, the Duc del Sol. Almost as if it was on cue - and given that it was a Malfoy Ball, Harry was almost entirely sure that it in fact was - the orchestra signalled a new dance. I would like to get to know my kin a bit better. He did however narrow his eyes for a moment when he spotted the sheer amusement dancing in the strange dark blue - almost purple for a moment, as if red had bled into them - eyes of Lord Slytherin at his nearly-invisible dread to dance.
If anything, he was more likely to do the opposite of whatever this asshole who made him into a literal dancing spectacle instead of a metaphorical one wanted out of the principle of the thing.
Standing against the wall and watching with amusement after Lord Malfoy took his leave, Neville considered - for a split second anyway - warning the other wizard about how Harry responded to being handled or manipulated in any fashion. Even if Draco had become more tolerable towards others this year, especially since he managed to restrain himself enough to get along - to a point - with even Neville when they were both around Harry.
From all accounts, even his own, Harry Potter was intelligent, inquisitive, magically powerful, and socially astute even if he preferred to keep his own counsel and, now at least, keep his own company with only a few exceptions.
It was perhaps the most stunning likeness between them, for all that there was a strong familial resemblance in other ways not the least of which was their overall appearance including intelligence: they both loathed anyone else who might attempt - yes, attempt - to exert control or authority over them.
Cunning Harry was, after all, his both nominal and most direct Heir. It would only be just and right and proper for him to take an active interest in the teenager.
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