67 Flames

Hermione hadn't seen a family who hated themselves so much like them. They could do anything to hurt themselves, they could kill and not get hanged for it. They were spiteful, she feared that they would corrupt the children amongst them who knew nothing.

Lloyd swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth. His head whipped to the side where Benjamin casually sat. "My eyes are pretty much functioning than yours. You shouldn't be concerned about me" He spoke in an icy tone.

Benjamin's lips curled up, " I wasn't" He responded nonchalantly.

"If you die, nobody's better than you at fighting for me. That's what I'm concerned about"

Lloyd's gaze returned to his food. He ran his tongue over his teeth, his hands reaching for the wine on the table and he gulped it down quickly. He didn't utter any other word but just ate silently with clenched fists.