simpleThis morning (the time of the winter sunrise being of no particular importance to the manner of her gait), with much gusto and dancing like a homicidal maniac, she was observed leaving the courthouse holding a sexton dripping with wine and the sweat of one thousand Croatian merchants, carrying a basket filled to the brim with the ripest Venus fly traps ever picked by young Norwegian milkmaids and the largest cow chips ever tossed at any national cow chip-tossing competition, and singing “Oh Bla Di,” at the top of her lungs in a key just short of being splendidly subjective.simple
Dear Ginevra Weasley pt. 3She smiled as she wiped back tears. They were tears of happiness at seeing him again – at knowing he would always be there. She would cry no more.Dear Ginevra Weasley pt. 3
He was filled with joy as he gazed at her beautiful face. All his doubts were gone. No longer would he have to struggle with himself, wondering if he had made the right decision. They were here together, and everything was perfect.
A small pause, and then they entered a strong embrace. Everything was going to be okay. It all worked out.
“You were right,” she said.
“I told you,” he said.
The Love is GOODHarry Potter walked through the carriages of the Hogwarts Express. He had arrived there late, but none of his friends were with him and he couldn’t seem to find them anywhere.The Love is GOOD
Coming into the final carriage, Harry could see quite a sizeable queue grouped around the last compartment. He didn’t care about them, but looked inside the compartment to check if any of his friends might be there. To his shock, quite a few of them were, and they were all sitting around a gorgeous girl with long, dirty blonde hair.
“Luna?!” Harry exclaimed, bewildered. He made to enter the compartment. but someone grabbed his wrist, holding hi
Dear Ginevra Weasley pt. 2You haven’t seen the last of me.Dear Ginevra Weasley pt. 2
How many times she re-read these words, she did not know. Over and over again she read them, each time seeming as if it were the first. They had not been signed, but there was no need. That snowy owl was unmistakable.
She set the letter down and began to cry. They were the tears she had been stubbornly holding back since the funeral – the day he gave her his horrible news. His decision. His choice.
He was so stupid, with all his noble and chivalric deeds.
And she loved him for it.
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Crushing LavenderBuddah watches the Baptists And the Baptists Pass a casseroleCrushing Lavender
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