*Kenniwick freezes, rigid in his chair, not even daring to twitch when she touches him with the knife. But when the sharp edge doesn't cut him, he lets out a hoarse little giggle.
"You can't hurt me, I'm a suspect--"
Sirius, finally finding the volition to move, takes out his wand and holds it at his side, waiting for--something.*
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Date: 2011-06-16 04:42 pm (UTC)"You can't hurt me, I'm a suspect--"
Sirius, finally finding the volition to move, takes out his wand and holds it at his side, waiting for--something.*