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I nailed him in the stomach with the chair I'd been sitting on, no fucking clue what I was doing or why I was doing it to him. He'd been trying to help me, that's all, just trying to understand and do what he could to help me get my shit together. He didn't say or do anything wrong. I just...I was just fucked up.
"Down the rabbit hole, down the rabbit hole..." she murmured, trying to pull herself together. Her thoughts were spinning wildly out of control, and her earlier words suddenly rang far too true for her liking. She was as lost as Alice, unable to find her way out of her own mind.
Portkeys weren't supposed to work like this. They weren't supposed to take you through time and they DEFINITELY weren't supposed to splinch you.
I searched for my wand, trying to ignore the throbbing in my wrist as I watched three blurred figures make their way toward me.
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