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“Hell Hounds,” Dazai said. “We’ll be the Hell Hounds."
He wrote it in bold, chalk letters across the top of the blackboard.
Hell Hounds
Then, he paused. "Well, you’re the Hell Hounds. I’m just...”
“Hell,” Ron supplied unhelpfully.
Instead of pulling a face, like Ron probably expected, Dazai beamed. “You’re right! It’s more like ‘Hell’s Hounds’ then, isn’t it? With an apostrophe.”
In the small space between the word Hell and Hounds, Dazai drew in a tiny 's. He had to write it crooked to make it fit.
Hell's Hounds, it read proudly.
“Hell’s Hounds gang...” Hermione tasted the name on her tongue. “It’s a bit dark, though?”
“It has a nice ring to it,” the twins cheered, “Hell’s Hounds!”
Hell’s Hounds... Dazai could agree it had a certain charm to it. A little threatening, a little rebellious. Just the right name for a mafioso’s gang of schoolchildren.
-- Coil, Chapter 7: Hell's Hounds by Allegory_for_Hatred
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