must be Thursday

And then there’s some days when I just say ‘to heck with this’ and read Harry Potter fanfic all evening.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain, by Faith Wood (faithwood)

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

(I particularly liked the Grumpy House badges.)

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