a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means 35. Pureblood Little friends “Come on everybody!” Alex shouted over his shoulder as he ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten a broom for his seventh birthday. Some raised voices behind him made him stop. He brushed the hair from his face and walked back to his friends. “You can’t play with us. We only play with purebloods.” That was Michael Stryder, he always was a bit weird that bloke. He stood glaring at a young girl.
Alex stepped in with crossed arms. “I’ll play with you.” He nodded determined and gave Michael a glare. Stooopid.
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