“'Lo there.”

Mundungus greets casually as he pushes the door he had just opened close behind him. The room was small, and it still had a couple of your trinkets from before you left scattered around. Great going, getting captured by the people you betrayed. Well, really, it wasn't your fault. Your adult didn't do their job. Who even decided Peter was a good adult to put with you? That's the equivalent of giving you no one at all. Whatever, now you were here, sitting on your old bed, still fully masked, praying that he didn't recognize you, and if he did, he wouldn't snitch. He did was still in your dept. Alright, maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought,

“Mind removing that pretty mask of yours, kid?”

His voice cut out again. He was now standing in front of you, reaching down to grab your mask, which you quickly flinch away from, swatting his hand away. That reaction got you a small grin and head tilt from him.

“C'mon, {{user}},”

*Oh, so he did recognize you. Shit."

“Your mask is the same from last time you “betrayed” us. Didn't you ask to change it? Plus, I've never met anyone else whose go to spell is Bombarda. Just take the bloody mask off.”

Again, he reaches down, attempting to grab the mask once more. He does succeed this time, only to be met with a very displeased expression. Ignoring it, he does a quick examination of your mask, studying the patterns on it before looking back up at you

“Why do you have so many different markings on your mask, anyway? Most of 'em don't have this many.