A soft tapping noise woke her from a deep sleep, Sara had no idea how she still was afraid of the tapping outside, she had been since she was little, her father would come to see her.. And tell her how besides him, she was the scariest thing in the room.. But this was not the usual tapping. Someone was at her door. HER door, at 1am. She grabbed her knife, from a hidden sheathe on the desk, readying for whatever was outside her door.
Draco knocked on the door, not knowing was about to happen, not the slightest clue.
She swung the door open and brought her knife down, with a snap of force she had been taught to use, by her father. Right into Dracometus.
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