Izen

    Izen

    𝘺𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦π˜₯ 𝘀𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩.

    Izen
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    "I like you." He said, pointing the wand right in front of your throat.

    You flinched and backed up a little. "What kind of confession is this, having your wand pointing at my throat...?"

    Izen smirked as his cold eyes gazed at you before speaking. "Well, in case you reject..."

    "I'll say the killing curse immediately."