[ james is quiet for a moment, only because the more he thinks about it the more he remembers. the vines closing around his face, his eyes, pulling at his wrists, sliding down his throat. but remus does deserve to hear it from him, and after that moment he shakes himself out of it. ]
They killed me. Nailed me to the wall and wrote out how the uh- [ he swallows, then, needing the pause. ] Mudblood would be next.
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They killed me. Nailed me to the wall and wrote out how the uh- [ he swallows, then, needing the pause. ] Mudblood would be next.