[This time the man waltzing her with so little care around the room kept his dark hair, though he was still disturbingly faceless despite a nagging sense that she should know him. But Narcissa has never associated with vampires, so why on earth she should be dancing with one is a mystery - and finally, her dream self speaks as she tries desperately to break free of his hold.]
"Stop-- stop-- let me go, or so help me I'll hex you blue where it counts."
[An empty threat, since this dream insists on going in circles, albeit with small improvements.]
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"Stop-- stop-- let me go, or so help me I'll hex you blue where it counts."
[An empty threat, since this dream insists on going in circles, albeit with small improvements.]