 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Lorcan watched her drawing shapes in the crushed straw that covered the floor of the owlery. "Rubbish, wasn't it? Did they call you a freak too?"
He rubbed her back again, sure that she was avoiding his gaze because tears were welling up in her beautiful green eyes.
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