Jun 4, 2020
Dorcas thunked the record player down on a corner of the picnic blanket. A breeze was rolling off the surface of the Lake, but it was warm enough that it didn’t much matter — in any case, she dressed like it was summer no matter the season. But summer was soon, the real summer; just the thought of it put an extra flourish in her gesture as she dropped the needle on "Bad Girls.”
“I wish my boombox worked here. This Hogwarts interfering with electronics thing is bullshit.”
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