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To jog some motivation for The Rogue Time Traveller, I’m doing a lineup of all the characters! Here’s the first four I’ve finished (I’ll put them all together later): Simon, Avis, The Supervisor, and Hanna. Feel free to ask about them, I’d love to talk! Working on refining their profiles/shapes through this as well c: It might be better quality if you click

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Someone New (part 11)

please find the previous parts here : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

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“Potter?

-A sec.” Harry required as he kept waving his wand toward the flying mobile, spelling it to stay rotating mid-air.

“Have you already cast the lights?” The voice asked, and Harry turned around, knowing he was finally going to face Malfoy.

“The lights?

-There’s supposed to be light coming from behind the alcoves. It projects shadows all around the room.

-Oh. It should be on the next page then.

-Could you try it now? Please?

-Of course.”

Taking another glance at the old handwritten book, Harry casted the spell under the cautious gaze of his ex-arch nemesis.

“Did it work?” As Malfoy switch off the room lights, Harry got his answers. On the walls, animals were suddenly running in circles in front of the colours changing lights. “Oh, wow.

-I know. It’s one of my oldest memories.” He whispered, trailing his hand alongside the wall. “I was heartbroken when Father decided I was too old for it.

-Maybe you could ask Alyssa to keep it in your room when she’ll ask Nev to remove it.

-I mostly hope there would be another baby to need it.

-Does Teddy have one?

-No, as the Black one is here. It’s said it was a gift from Cygnus Black Senior for Cassiopeia Black birth, back in the beginning of the century. As she didn’t have any child, she gave it to my grandmother, who gave it to Mother, who gave it to Pansy. But I would understand if you wanted Teddy to have it. He’s a Black, it belongs to him.

-No it’s okay. I’ll make him one, if I can borrow the book.

-Please yourself. We won’t need it for half a decade.” He said, leaving the shadows side to turn the light on, switching off the mobile. “Thank you for your help. We’re done downstairs too, if you wanna come and share dinner.

-Is it all?” Harry abruptly asked as the white-blond boy took off his hand from the doorframe, ready to leave the room. “You-

-I?” He turned back to face him, brows arching.

“Is it all you had to say?

-What were you expecting, Potter? Neville only asked you cause you’ve got a wand. I’m not going down on my knees for that.

-What? No!

-Then what else?

-Have you read my letter?” He gushed as he felt his old annoyance toward Malfoy formed again.

“Your letter?” he repeated, taking a step back.

“Yes, my letter. The one I send last Sunday. The only one I’ve ever written to you in fact.

-I have.” He let out from between his clenched teeth.

“And this is it?” Harry tried not to spat, gesturing toward the other boy.

“What else could it be? Have you finally changed your mind and expect something out of me? Then say it Potter! What do you want? What do you want from me, then? Come on Potter! Say it! SAY IT!”

As footstep hurried up the stairs, Harry found trouble swallowing. In his fury Malfoy had crossed the distance between them and stood a few inches away from him, fulminating. Hopefully for him, he was indeed the only one with a wand.

“Say it you pitiful saviour. I wanna hear what my life’s worth to you.

-I just” Harry began, stopping midway in a failed attempt at untying the knot down his throat. “I just wanted us to talk. I wanted things to be clear between us. I wanted to know if you’ve read my letter, if you understood what I’ve been trying to say in there. That I didn’t want anything from you except a chance at normality. I still don’t want you to do anything because of - because you think you owe me. Cause you don’t. I just wanted to talk about all of it with you, as you didn’t give me a chance the other night. I couldn’t stand not knowing if you’ve read it, I’m sorry.

-Oh.” Was all Malfoy could say for a solid minute. “Oh.” He repeated, walking away from Harry. “I’m sorry, I misunderstood. I thought you

-changed my mind? I haven’t.

-I’m sorry.

-Maybe we could do it again?” He offered softly.

Malfoy nodded so slightly Harry wasn’t sure he had until he stopped at the doorframe. “Oh, and Potter, I got your letter. I think I’d like it too, trying not to be enemies.

-To not enemies, then.” He smiled to Malfoy’s back.

“Don’t expect anything else. It’s not because Longbottom knocked Pansy up that I’m going to like you. You still suck.

-And you’re obviously still a prat.”

Malfoy let out a low laughter and Harry knew he was smiling too. “Let’s eat dinner, then.

-Malfoy?”  He called out a last time as the other boy began walking down the stairs.

“Yes?

-Why did you run away last night?

-I don’t know.

-Okay.” He accepted, closing the nursery door behind me. “Okay.” He whispered to himself. 

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