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| Current music: | Vanessa Mae - "Storm" |
Pathetic. My screen name has more fun than I do.
the night has fallen down the staircase
(and i, for one, have felt its bruises)
heute habe ich mir die Haare zurückgesteckt. wirklich alle. ich hatte zuerst angst dass ich mich nackt fühlen würde, ohne meine schwarze mähne, die mein gesicht umrahmt. aber ich hatte ja meinen schönen weichen slytherin-schal hinter dem ich die hälfte meines entstellten, vernarbten sehen sie die narben wirklich nicht oder lügen sie? gesichts verstecken konnte. war okay.
“Ron?”
“Harry!” Ron squeaked, his voice cracking in a manner that it had not done for about three years.
“Seamus?” said Harry.
“Harry!” said Seamus, pulling a pillow over his lap. “Ron…” said Seamus.
“Seamus?” said Ron.
“Harry!” said Seamus, indicating the handcuffs next to Ron. Ron gasped and quickly thrust them under the covers.
“Ron?” said Harry, thoroughly confused.
“Harry,” said Ron.
“Seamus?” said Harry.
“Harry,” said Seamus.
“Mind telling me what’s going on here?” Harry asked.
“You’re reviewing Quidditch strategies?”
“Yes.”
“In bed.”
“Yes.”
“Together.”
“Yes.”
“Naked.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, okay,” said Harry. “Just wondering, is all.”
tränen lachend.
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