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as the only son in question ran his fingers over a swatch of black cloth.
I love how subtle you write in the qualities that he's been taught. You might think that black is black. But the quality of the material is what makes which black, the right black. And he can tell by running his fingers over it. Fantastic!
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“What are you doing?” Draco raised an eyebrow, and pushed her away. “Don’t touch me, woman.”
Uh ohhh! In all his social skills taught, he hasn't learned that "pride goeth before the fall" He should have just took the coat and left, instead of letting his arrogance try to control the situation.
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“Get... away...” he managed to splutter,
Oh dear, too little. too late, I fear.
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Stacked in neat folds, the cloth in the shop carried its own, special scent, and the effect of it seemed to multiply tenfold, now. It rose, swathed the air, until he felt it explode into sound that filled his ears and mind and heart, washed over him in waves of delicious music, the rhythmic, living tunes of the sweet birds he could listen to in the gardens of the Man
This is brilliant! I love how you write! This is why books are better than movies. This would not be possible to see in the movies, yet it adds so much to the scene. Brilliant Maxie! I'll quit now, but just one more thing. I am anxious to find out who the girl is. Watching for your next post.