don't think, don't feel (open)

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He looked at the whites of their eyes drying as they stared and stared to the ceiling. All three of them, all gratifying to his needs of the night, all with pert little bums and tits; but now he could just delete them. They were all muggles, anyway. It's not like it really mattered.

The best thing was: he really didn't feel much about it. He could do anything! There was no need to spoon them or make them feel loved! They'd done what he'd needed them for.

He got out of the cheap hotel and breathed in the heavy, fume-engulfed London air. He lit a joint, and went to a bank of the Thames; grinning down at his reflection in the murky depths. A bit later, he'll be setting up shop in the centre of Diagon and sell as many smuggled things as he could; yelling at the top of his voice over the screams.

Paradise?

James wasn't amused by that joke. "Do we call you the grimy Lestrange?"

@Deimos Lestrange