'He does a lot of odd little things that Sansa suspects he isn’t even aware of anymore. Things that helped him get through another day, another hour, with Ramsay.'
'...it started with a bandit, sword falling downwards towards Arthur’s exposed side.
It started with Merlin, leaping from behind a tree, hand outstretched, eyes gold, a wordless cry of fear on his tongue.
It started with a bandit flying through the air, and Arthur turning to Merlin with fear in his eyes.'
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'Her lips pursed into a nearly invisible line. “And I feel obligated to let you know that Wormwood is a Wizarding name, while Honey most certainly is not.”'
'“Ianto?” Jack was looking down from his office. He slowly descended the steps. “One of your friends is the Minister for Magic.”'
'Chang snorted, “Are you trying to be breezy, Draco?”
“I am breezy, Chang.” Draco said, slumping even further back in his chair to prove his point. “Totally breez-”
It was then that Draco fell off his chair.'
'Music was something all stars were familiar with, they sang their hymns and ballads among each other. Human music, on the other hand, was so much more versatile, and Sirius loved listening to all of the genres that they offered.'
'Harry wasn’t entirely sure where he was, or why, but walking into a condemned building just for it to transform into one of the raunchiest-looking clubs Harry had had the misfortune of entering wasn’t a good sign.'
'"Are you sure you're interested only in the tart?" Ron asks lightly, to which Harry simply pretends he has no idea what he's talking about.'
'“Okay, so look, so, Harry's birthday, yeah? Is soon. And the thing is, he's sort of... well, he doesn't need much. In general. And in... not general he can buy anything he fancies himself. So I kind of don't know what to get him. Except... I know that he fancies you...”'
'“You keep writing books about Harry!”
Every rational thought left Draco as dread filled his stomach. There was no way that Weasley had figured it out.'
'"What did they do to you?" he whispered. "What have you done to yourself?" he added without thinking. Words tumbling out of his mouth like the thoughts that used to tangle in his mind. "What did I do?"'
'As always, it was completely Potter’s fault. How was Draco’s brain supposed to work properly, given these circumstances?'
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'The tall Death Eater was wearing a shirt that said, 'Hermione Has Forgotten How To Dance,' so Hermione dipped his face in mud.'
'They began to acknowledge one another in the halls, not in a way that anybody else took any degree of notice to, but as their silence slowly became louder to one another they spoke in hushed whispers in empty corridors and alcoves and in the back of the library.'
