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| Open! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Jericho often would spend a free afternoon taking Poppy on a walk around London. Her presence often drew attention since his lead was attached to his favorite foster teacup pig. Today, his toes wiggling in his favorite pair of sandals that were almost falling apart from usage, he had made his way to King's Cross Station partly on business but mostly to people watch. A homemade soy matcha latte in hand, the duellist flipped open the lid and took a cautious sip from his tumbler. The contents were still piping hot thanks to some efficient heating charms, too efficient. Poppy, in the meanwhile, was busying herself with sticking her snout against the wall and grunting softly while she inspected its smell - someone must have spilt or thrown something against the wall recently.
He had a hard time believing that he had once rushed through this very station with his trunk in tow, barreling his way through crowds and on to Platform 9¾ and all aboard the Hogwarts Express. The school term was already well in session now and there were some regrets he had not been available to be at the station on September first to relive that same excitement. He had been touched, inspired, since being given the opportunity to teach a dueling seminar at Hogwarts and rekindling a friendship with June. He ought to write her again soon. Send more candles and essential oils as well.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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