deamus:She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes – her eyes are just l
deamus: She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes – her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green – exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did. @pottersecretsanta present for @mistledoe ♡ -- source link
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