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Careful not to spill her tea, Ginny sank into an armchair and pulled her Looking Glass into her lap. The tight pain in her chest slowly abated as she dragged her thumb across the stone's smooth surface, tracing the outline of Harry's face. Like herself, her best friend was wide awake, sitting at the window, watching the storm rage. Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest, her black hair was a mess, and her dismal expression suggested that the first two weeks of the girl's summer had been just as miserable as Ginny's own.
2 comments:
I love these newer pictures of Harry. Fits what I see in my mind perfectly.
The quality of your art is getting better with every post.
this is really good
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