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Not coat-stuck-in-the-door stuck, or even super-glue stuck.
She's better than the girl of my dreams. She's real.
If I'd been stuck on Lily before – I knew that now I was practically immobile.
"Is there a fireworks display I should be looking forward to?"
I felt like breaking a brick.
"You're daft," she concluded. "More than you could ever know," I muttered.
"Don't be such a pessimist, Potter."
Some saw the sun. Some saw the smoke.
Heavy load for a teenage boy wizard, huh? I think so, too.
The cold and fear of the past few weeks was far, far away.
When our heartbeat-song had run its course, she lifted her face towards mine and looked at me like I had just handed her the stars and the moon.
"Just because you’ve been studying for these things since 1st year doesn’t mean the rest of us haven’t had better things to do.”
A letter that defines a life, getting drunk on firewhiskey, and an unexpected engagement.
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