"Arrogant, wretched..." He'd have killed the brat and incinerated the corpse if he could have. He'd planned to practice a memory charm, but after a blow to the head like that he'd probably have lost a good part of the day. Levitating him, the Master steered Turlough through the corridors, dumping him in a corner once they reached a more frequently traveled area.
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Date: 2011-04-07 02:37 am (UTC)