Jul 6, 2016
A scrap of dark hair, that almost lazy stance - Rabastan felt the hair on his neck prickle, felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. Of course he’s here, of course, of course you have to be this unlucky. Before he could stop himself he was across the road and his fist was curled into the back of his robes, spinning him around and caught under the gaze of- Fuck. “Potter?”
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