"Are you always this awkward when leaving a crime scene or are you used to the damsels in distress throwing themselves at your feet as you leave? Trust me, Potter, I'm no damsel."
Harry rolled his eyes but a knowing look lit Malfoy's eyes when Harry scrubbed the back of his hot neck. "It's not always damsels," he muttered out.
Malfoy screwed up a brow. "Oh?"
The war has taken a great toll on many. Some people can’t seem to move forward, others don’t know how to sit still. All wounds are deep, even the ones that can’t be seen. However, sometimes it’s only the people who have been through similar situations who can truly help heal.
Bookmarked by xFleurdEspoir
03 Jul 2020
Perfect CANONICAL story.
Scott’s attempt to tell Liam that he can’t join the hunt for Monroe starts strong, goes downhill quickly, and ends predictably. Theo could have—and did—tell him so.
- Part 1 of patchwork quilts like a patchwork land
After the war, Draco disappeared and started over in America, vowing never to return to Great Britain and the fraught past he left behind. Unfortunately, when his mates convince him to sign up for an exchange programme for the last year of their Auror Training, Draco learns that he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter.
“ Il a vingt-deux minutes de retard, tu en avais dix d'avance. Ça en fait donc trente-deux que tu attends dans ce bar moldu et miteux. Tu sais que tu n'as jamais attendu aussi longtemps pour personne et pourtant tu restes encore. ”