kannibal:She teaches the littlest poet many things, speaking freely with him in a language so old th
kannibal:She teaches the littlest poet many things, speaking freely with him in a language so old that some of the newer ghosts don’t understand it. He answers back and she corrects his accent, and calms him like a mother would (like his mother would. Like hers didn’t, not always) when the heights of Ravenclaw Tower turned the boy’s guts to liquid. She fixes the flowers in his hair, and notes his cheeky smile when, one afternoon, he wears haphazard carnations, wilted and skewed as if plucked by hamlike hands more familiar with fistfights than flowers. “Have you picked for yourself a scullery boy,” she chides softly, “and does he understand a word that comes out of your smart little mouth?” Jehan pinks. (Someone sneezes, and misses the passcode-beat. All afternoon Grantaire complains because Bahorel’s side of the room smells like vinegar.) (Hogwarts AU)The Grey Lady’s favourite. (same) -- source link
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