captured such honest and pure affection

Basilisk’s hackles were raised as he sniffed her wound. Both looking at the injury, and searching for any sign of who had done it. But he couldn’t get a single trace. Hazel didn’t give him a name, but she did give him a description and a destination. “I have a better idea. How about I go rough them up right now?” He countered.

“That way in the future, people realise if they hurt my best friend, I’m going to be at their door in the morning” and they wouldn’t do it again. Of course, Hazel was learning how to handle their own, and he respected that about her. She would be big and strong and formidable, and they would fight together as a pretty good team.

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