¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Joćo narrowed his eyes at the picture, trying to remember who he was. He had been raised by his Muggle parents alright, and he read a lot too, but he just never picked up the habit of looking up at the pictures of the authors he liked. They were just authors and no actors. They were famous for their hand, not for their baby-faces.
Giving up the effort, he simply shook his head to himself and listened to those who apparently knew.
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