Dec 5, 2024
December 5
“Here is your button,” Malfoy calls.
“That isn’t my button!” Harry wails, feeling insane. “That button is thick. My button is thin! Or, like, medium!”
He turns on his heel and storms through the forest, tears stinging his eyes. He jumps up and down, wishing he could tear down a tree with his bare hands.
“The whole world is covered with fucking buttons,” Harry screams. “And not one of them is mine! Not even bloody one!”
He rages all the way to his cottage, throws himself inside, and slams the door behind him.
There, on the floor, was Harry’s brownish-green, single-holed, small, round, medium-thick button.
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