Harry and Draco were forced to kneel, having truly courted death this time, and Glecia was caught up in it as well.
"You two are asking for it, and you're going to get yourselves killed," Glecia gritted out, kneeling right beside them while Allen stood trembling nearby, not daring to sit and forced to keep him company by standing.
The marble floor was rock-hard; kneeling on it for half an hour to an hour would leave your knees bruised and purple. Since they were in the Wizarding World, it wasn't a huge problem, but it hurt like hell.
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