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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“There’s no story there. No story in the mundane.
No story in this town.
The story is about risk about breaking free and grabbing exactly what you want when you bloody well want it.
That’s the real story.
And it’s about us.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“He was told his whole wizarding life that you couldn’t just feel magic in the air. That it was just something that existed in him. But everyone was wrong. There was a distinct shift in the air, something almost electric, that tickled the hairs on his arm and the back of his neck.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“There’s no story there. No story in the mundane.
No story in this town.
The story is about risk about breaking free and grabbing exactly what you want when you bloody well want it.
That’s the real story.
And it’s about us.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“He was told his whole wizarding life that you couldn’t just feel magic in the air. That it was just something that existed in him. But everyone was wrong. There was a distinct shift in the air, something almost electric, that tickled the hairs on his arm and the back of his neck.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works