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TERRY BOOT from the harry potter series. selective & private. as told by mim.

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IS  IT  TRUE  ??  DID  YOU  BREAK  INTO GRINGOTTS  ??  DID  YOU  ESCAPE  ON  A  DRAGON  ??  IT’S  EVERYWHERE,    EVERYONE’S  TALKING  ABOUT IT,       TERRY BOOT    GOT  BEATEN  UP  BY  THE  CARROWS  FOR  YELLING  ABOUT  IT  IN  THE  GREAT HALL  AT  DINNER !!

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so when i back from holiday on the 18th august, this blog is gonna have the biggest goddamn Cleanup u will ever see

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       feels  guilty  bc  i  havent  been  here  in  six  days  wow

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ASH  VALLIER.  YOU’RE  A  PLACID  MIDSUMMER  BREEZE,  SOFT  TOUCHES,  A  TENDER  SIGH  LEAVING  SOFT  LIPS,  SON  OF  THE  HARVEST.   YOU  HAD  TRIED  SO  HARD  TO  SAVE  HIM  BUT  YOUR  BONES  FROZE  OVER  &  YOUR  MIND  COLLAPSED  IN  ON  ITSELF.    —     IT’S  ALL  MY  FAULT.   ,    YOU  CRY,    I  SHOULD  HAVE   DONE  SOMETHING.                                        ( promo cred. )

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        terry  was  sure  he was  alone  when  strolling  through  the city,   serenity  prompted by  the  dusk  forming a    pastel glow    behind the  outline of  skyscrapers  as  he  passed.  a placid summer  breeze   enveloped him  as he  urged  forward;    he  hadn’t a  particular goal in  mind  other than just  to  wander  &  explore this  home away  from  home.    his  uncles  were  nice enough,  but he  missed  his  mum  with  her  dimpled  grins  &  soft touch.

         it was  the deafening  crash  of    grinding  metal   that tugged  his focus towards  a  darkened  alleyway  to his  left.   the  eighteen year old  reached into his pocket  &  slender  fingers clasped  round  the  eight inches  of  smooth sycamore  wood.  the  handle  was comfortable  &  familiar within the  groove of  his palm    &  granted  him the    extra courage    as  his anatomy urged  cautiously forwards.   a  beast  ( ! )  at  least  three times  as  tall  &  claws  that would  surely  cut him in two,  stood  salivating  &  snorting,  its long  malformed  back  faced  metres  from his  own.  terry’s  mind drifted back  to the  pages  of     newt  scamander’s    anthology  of monsters.        surely  this was  one  of them !!    he  wondered how  many ‘x’s  it  had .  .  .

         he  lifted  his  wand,    heart  thumping,     a spell  to  safely  subdue the  creature  before alerting  the   magical  congress   of its  existence  gently formed  upon  his  tongue.   the  word stuck,   lodged,    in his  throat  as  a  girl  appeared  &  darted by him  with   a  blade    that  glinted  despite  the  absence  of the sun.    the beast  roared  as the  same blade  penetrated its side  &  exploded  into  dust  mid-cry.    mind frozen  over with  both  awe  &  fear,   he used  his  still parted lips  to voice  the exclamatory  that  had  quickly replaced his charm.     ‘  what  the -----  is  that  a  sword ?! ’                //                @violentmyth

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