Don’t be alarmed that I’m the one writing to you today. Harry is sound asleep and he needs his rest, but I know he would love that you were informed on all that happened today. The final task was today and we finally know why Harry’s name was put into the Goblet of Fire, and why he had to participate in the tournament. But for you to understand, I think I need to start where Harry left off.
After we visited Headmaster Dumbledore because of Harry’s dream, we focused on preparing Harry for the final task of this dammed tournament. Hermione and I spend most of our time of teaching Harry spells that could help him. We made sure he was able to cast the Impediment Jinx, the Reductor curse, the Four Point spell and a proper Shield charm. Professor Snape was so kind to let us use an empty classroom in the dungeons for practice. And from time to time he would come to help. He would then practice with Harry so Hermione and I could study for our exams. He would tell us that helping Harry was no excuse to slack off on our studying and to lose our top positions in our year.
Harry received daily letters from Sirius and he wrote to him often to assure him that he was fine and he was preparing well for the task. You can be proud of your friend, he is a good Godfather for Harry now that he’s free and cleared off all the ridiculous charges they pinned on him. He worries as much about Harry as I do. And no matter how many times Harry assured him he was sticking to school rules and was making sure he was keeping save, the man would remind Harry to do so in every letter.
Hermione and Ron joined us for breakfast this morning, as Hermione wanted to go over some more spells with Harry that might be useful for him during the task. Only we never got around to that. When the morning post arrived, Harry received another letter from Sirius, wishing him good luck and informing him that he will be visiting him today before the task. Harry was excited about that until Hermione spit out her pumpkin juice when she read the headline of the Daily Prophet. She tried to hide the paper, but I stole it from her. Pansy and Theo were snickering over their copy and I wanted to know what it was now.
You will never believe it, but Rita Seeker has published another rubbish story. According to her Harry is ‘Disturbed and Dangerous’. And only because he is friends with Were-wolfs and Giants (even though Hagrid is only half-giant and the friendliest man I know) and speaks Parseltongue. It turns out that Theo has been speaking to the press. He also told her all about how Harry had collapsed in class and that his scars hurt from time to time. Apparently, all this concludes to that Harry will do anything to get power and is therefore dangerous. It’s a joke that people believe this. You know just as well as me that Harry doesn’t crave power and is the kindest person in this world. There is nothing dangerous about him. And I was so proud of him that he didn’t get angry about the article but just brushed it off as nonsense and didn’t let it distract him from the task he had to do today.
It was then that Hermione went into her crazy ‘I’m too smart for my own good’ mode, said something about thinking she knows how Rita does it and then rushed off to the library. I think she finally figured out how Rita comes by her information and I’m sure she will explain it to us soon, when Harry is allowed visitors. We’re at the hospital wing now, but Harry is okay. He’s not hurt, just exhausted.
After breakfast, we all had to go to our History of Magic exam, while Harry got to see his family. We (Hermione, Blaise, Luna, Greg, Daphne, Millicent and I) joined them during lunch. Harry wanted to know how I did on the exam. He still hates that he doesn’t have to sit any of them and has all this free time while we have to cram and study and take tests. I get that he finds it unfair that competing in the Tri-Wizard tournament gives him a free pass this year, but it’s not like he hasn’t been studying just as hard as we did.
We only had a short time to talk in private before I had to go rush off to my next exam. Sirius brought professor Lupin and Tonks along and Harry said he was a bit worried about Sirius. Something about Sirius glancing at Lupin and Tonks all the time. Harry says Lupin and Tonks are getting along, as in maybe more than just in a friendly way. That must be hard for Sirius, as it’s clear that he’s still in love with professor Lupin, even after all these years.
There was a big feast for dinner and we all laughed about how much Sirius eats. Professor Lupin told us he’s always been like that. Daphne joked that he was just like Ron, who also eats more than should be humanly possible. All others enjoyed the feast, but it was clear that Harry was getting nervous and he eat practically nothing. I wanted to tell him that he needed to eat, only I was struggling myself to finish the food on my plate. I had a bad feeling about it all (which were grounded as it turns out, but everyone told me not to worry, so I tried not to).
When Harry had to leave for the task I kissed him goodbye. Blaise joked that Harry would be back and that I didn’t have to kiss him like he was walking towards his death. Sirius smacked him on the head for that and everyone laughed about it. Only the remark had already done its damage. I couldn’t get the sight of Harry, pale and lifeless out of my mind, the memory of two years ago, when I found him on that bathroom floor making its way to the surface. And I know Harry was thinking about the same. He whispered that he would be okay, that he won’t ever leave me and then kissed me again.
I watched him walk out of the Great Hall with a tear stuck in my eye. Sirius placed an arm around my shoulders and told me to have a little faith in Harry, that he was more than capable to take care of himself. And then he said that he was also worried.
Watching the task was hell. We couldn’t see a thing. It was dark and the hedges of the maze were so high we couldn’t see what was going on. I started to bite my nails until Daphne pulled them out of my mouth and took a hold on my hand. They were all so optimistic, so sure Harry would win and that it would all be over soon. I love how much faith they have in Harry, and they were right of course. Harry won. We only wish it hadn’t been at the price it came with.
Sometime in we could hear Fleur scream before all went quiet again. I squeezed Daphne’s hand and she told me not to worry, that it wasn’t Harry that screamed, that he was fine. And even though I could feel through our connection that Harry was truly fine, just a little scared, I didn’t take away the feeling I had that it would all end badly. This feeling didn’t become any less when red sparks shot up from the maze and Viktor was lifted out of the maze on a stretcher to be rushed off to the hospital wing.
I was glad to see that Hermione was just as worried as me. Ron complained that he would have no hand left after this task if Hermione won’t loosen up her grip. This task was more dangerous than any of the other tasks and I just wished our other friends would see it too.
It wasn’t until the flash of the Port-key when they started to worry too. Not that I noticed. I was running down the stands and towards the maze before any of them had said a word. I could feel that Harry was no longer close by. He had gone with the Port-key and he was terrified. I know it was silly to run towards the maze, knowing Harry wasn’t in there anymore, but it was the only physical place I could go that would bring me closer to him. Something horrible was happening. I could feel fear and sorrow through our connection.
Professor Lupin stopped me before I reached the maze. He held me in his arms and tried to calm me down. I think I was screaming and reaching on, but I’m not sure. All I could feel was the horror that Harry was going through. The professors did a quick search of the maze, with the help of Sirius and some other adults around. Both Cedric and Harry were missing. Fleur was found unconscious in the maze and she couldn’t tell us what happened. Sirius took me in his arms and hold me close. He asked me if I could still feel Harry, if he was still alive. I think it helped him that I could say yes, that he was still with us.
And then everything became worse. First I saw Professor Snape grab his left forearm and his face contorted into pain. His mark was flaring up, I’m sure of it now. He looked at me and I just cried. The look in Professor Snape’s eyes said it all. The Dark Lord is back. And no doubt Harry was near him. I whispered that he was going to die. Sirius heard me and told me to keep hope, to remember that Harry was strong and wouldn’t give in without a fight. I know that if he had known where Harry was he would have gone there in a flash, putting his own life at risk to make sure Harry would be safe. I know, because I would have done the same.
The pain came without warning. I screamed and crumbled in Sirius’ arms. He asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t speak because of the pain. It was so intense. Tears streamed over my face as I realised I wasn’t hurt, but that someone was hurting Harry is a way that was so awful that even I was paralysed by it.
When the pain stopped I could breathe again for a couple of seconds before it started again. Over and over again, I was in agony because someone was hurting Harry. Professor Moody was near, and he kept asking me if Harry was still alive. I just nodded, it was all I could do. I was afraid that if I would open my mouth I would start screaming again.
There was another flash and I didn’t have to look up to know that Harry was back. He lay motionless on the ground with his eyes closed and I could feel Sirius tense next to me. I said ‘he’s alive’ and then I was on my feet, running towards Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore turned Harry around and I heard him say that Voldemort is back before I fell down beside him and hugged him close. One of his hands grabbed hold of me but the other wouldn’t let go of Cedric’s wrist. I looked over Harry’s shoulder to the boy, only to see his blank eyes. He was dead. And I know this is horrible, but at that moment I was glad it was Cedric and not Harry that had died. Cedric didn’t deserve this, to have his life end when it was only just beginning.
Harry first didn’t want to let go of Cedric’s body. He kept saying that Cedric wanted Harry to bring him back. Headmaster Dumbledore said it was okay, that he did, and that he could let go now. When he did, Sirius and I helped him up. Minister Fudge was there, he told Headmaster Dumbledore that the Diggory’s parents were here and Dumbledore and he move to talk to them before they would see the body. Professor Moody told us to get Harry to the hospital wing. Sirius lifted Harry in his arms. It was a bit weird, Harry in Sirius's arms, but he wouldn’t let go of my hand, so we walked towards the castle like that. Professor Moody made sure there was a path for us to take, pushing aside everyone in our way.
We reached the hospital wing and Professor Moody asked what happened. Harry wasn’t all that clear, but what he said was terrifying. It still scares me. He was taken to some graveyard where Cedric was killed. They made a potion that gave the Dark Lord a new body and then he duelled with the Dark Lord. His wand did something funny and he saw the both of you.
Professor Moody in the meantime made us some tea and gave it to me and Sirius. I sipped it with one hand, as Harry still wouldn’t let go of the other. I was tired and struggled to keep my eyes open, but I fought sleep. I wanted to be here for Harry who had just been through hell. The Death Eaters had appeared, and I’m sure my father, just like Greg’s father would have been among them. I don’t know if I can go back home now, if it’s even save for me to do so. The Dark Lord is back and my father is one of his followers, always has been and always will be.
Moody kept asking questions, but they seemed off. It was hard to focus and to protest. I could hear Sirius try a couple of times until he fell asleep. I followed not much later.
It turns out that Professor Moody wasn’t Professor Moody. He was Barty Crouch Jr and he had been working for the Dark Lord all year long. He had drugged Sirius and me, so he could talk to Harry alone. He didn’t get away with it and he’s in custody now.
When I woke up about an hour ago, Harry was fast asleep, with his arms around me. He looks so peaceful asleep. Sirius said they had given him some dreamless sleep to make sure he gets some rest. He promised me that Harry is fine and that Madam Pomfrey already mended his leg.
I wish I knew what all happened in that graveyard, but I will let Harry sleep for now. I’m so happy that he’s still alive and with me. I don’t ever want to live without him. He’s the love of my life and I will do whatever I can to protect him from Voldemort. I won’t let him hurt him, I promise. I would rather die than have anything happen to Harry. So don’t worry, I will keep him safe from now on. I will keep my word and make sure nobody ever hurts him again. I won’t be your sacrifice be in fain.
The watercooler was predictably the highlight of the office. That was where most of the gossip happened and it was the one area Mister Malfoy never looked for anyone.
“He’s such a dick.” Seamus complained, clenching his water cup tightly. “If I wanted to be yelled at every day, I would have stayed home with my mother.”
Pansy snorted, smirk lighting up her features. “It’s your own fault for still living at home with her.”
“I know.” Seamus sighed regretfully. “But even she is more preferable to the boss. If he blames me one more time for the lack of sales in the eastern quarter, I may just commit murder.”
“The eastern quarter is your job.” Blaise pointed out, leaning against the wall. “But I know what you mean. He’s been a real prick as of late.”
“Yeah.” Ron admitted, ignoring his desk in favor of standing around them. “What is up with that anyways? I mean he has always been a bastard but these past few weeks it has been hell around here.”
Pansy leaned away when they all looked at her expectantly. “Why are you all looking at me? I don’t know Mister Malfoy any better than you do.”
“You’re the one who talked to him outside of work!” Ron argued, shaking his head. “We were all lucky enough to avoid a disaster like that.”
“Once!” She argued vehemently. “And that was at a grocery store! He was still the same as he always was, I felt like he was judging me for my food selections. I was too embarrassed to ever go back.”
“It’s not polite to gossip.” The dreamy tone had them all groaning.
Pansy put her hands on her hips and turned to Lovegood. “What do you know? You’re just a temp. Besides, if you can’t gossip about your boss, then who can you gossip about?”
Before the woman could respond, the sound of thundering feet had them turning towards the door.
“He’s coming!” Neville whisper yelled. “Malfoy is coming and he’s in a bad mood. He made the security guard cry.”
They all scrambled to get to their desks as Lovegood went down three floors to the temp office. Pansy shoved Ron out of her chair. “This is my desk you moron!”
“Ow.” Ron grumbled as he took the cubicle next to her. “Didn’t have to push so hard.”
Neville bit his lip nervously, his panic increased when they could all hear footsteps approaching. He was too anxious to pretend to do any work, so he picked up the phone on his desk. “Good morning, thank you for calling Malfoy and Malfoy Shipping CO, my name is Neville. How can I help you?”
Pansy nodded her head, impressed with his foresight. She turned on her computer and pulled open the spreadsheet she was supposed to have finished yesterday. At least she was really doing something.
Ron held his breath as he looked towards the door, hoping their boss wasn’t in that bad of a mood. Perhaps Neville had been over exaggerating?
When Draco Malfoy, the CEO of the company entered, they all groaned internally. He was not in a good mood. There was an angry aura vibrating around the man, his eyes were already narrowed in dislike and his hands were clenched at his sides.
Luckily, the boss said nothing as he made his way towards his office.
Everyone jerked in their chairs when his door was slammed so forcefully that it rattled the photos on the wall.
“I hate my job.” Pansy whispered miserably.
“Well.” Neville began, putting the phone down. “At least he didn’t say anything to us.”
The voice startled the mid-afternoon crash most of them were experiencing. It was only an hour to lunch and minds had long ago began to wander.
Pansy, who had been resting her chin in her palm, was surprised by the man’s looks so much that her elbow slid and jerked her face. Perhaps it was her recent break up or the six months respite from sex but this man, this man must have come straight out of a fantasy. He held himself with confidence and had an easy smile. His hair was messy in a way that had her wondering if he owned a brush. It was hard to tell from the distance but his eyes were definitely expressive and vibrant.
“Is Draco in?”
Draco? Ron tilted his head to the side at the use of the man’s first name. No one who stopped by ever addressed their boss with familiarity.
“Yes.” Blaise answered, coming to his senses much quicker than the rest of them. “But he is on a conference call at the moment.”
The man nodded. “Do you mind if I wait here for him?”
They all raised their heads to peer at each other, trying not to be the one to make the final decision. If Mister Malfoy didn’t want to speak to this person, then whoever allowed him to stay would face his wrath.
“Yes.” Neville spoke up in resignation when no one else said anything.
They watched curiously as the stranger pulled an unused chair from the side and settled himself down near Seamus’ desk.
“So.” The man began, resting one of his feet on the desk. “What’s the gossip around here like? Anything interesting?”
That had them all sharing another look. Speaking about their boss to someone unknown was a horrible idea.
Their silence caused the man to sigh. “Ah, well. It was worth a shot. How has Draco been lately? I know the past few weeks must have taken a toll on him. Hopefully he hasn’t been too hard on you all.”
The odd familiarity to them had Pansy looking to Blaise in confusion. Who was this guy?
Neville looked down and noticed that the conference call was no longer lit up. He tentatively picked up the phone.
“Yes?” The terse reply had Neville wincing.
“Sorry sir, there is a man here wanting to see you.” He looked over apologetically to the stranger, realizing that he hadn’t gotten a name.
“Harry.” The man supplied, brows furrowing.
Malfoy’s door swung open, clearly having heard the man through the phone. “Potter get in here!”
Pansy almost felt bad for the guy. That was the tone their boss used when he was in a particularly demanding mood. She did not want to be in his shoes.
She leaned her head back when the man grinned widely. That was not a normal reaction to Malfoy’s anger. Pansy looked to Seamus, hoping to see the same surprise on his face too. She almost snorted at the wary expression on his face. It was as if he thought Harry was mental.
“Anyone else think that was odd?” Blaise asked, coming into Pansy’s cubicle and sitting on her desk.
“Definitely.” Ron agreed, standing by Seamus’ desk. “I have never seen someone smile before going into his office.”
“He’s hot.” Seamus piped up, fanning himself. “If I wasn’t dating Dean, I would offer myself up in a heartbeat.”
Pansy and Blaise nodded their heads in unison. “Think he is single?” She asked, looking towards the door.
“With an arse like that?” Blaise shook his head. “I doubt it.”
“What do you think Malfoy is saying to him?” Neville, the ever worrier wondered quietly.
“That is a good question.” A few of them said curiously.
The clock painstakingly moved with a slowness that had Ron wondering if he broke it, if he could claim his early departure of lunch on that.
“He’s been in there nearly an hour.” Seamus whispered, not understanding that at all. Most scheduled meetings don’t even last that long.
When the door swung open, they all startled, trying to seem as if they had been working. Pansy was typing furiously, eyes on her boss and Harry exiting. It took a moment for her to realize that her monitor was turned off.
Seamus was blatantly staring at the two of them, not bothering to hide his open curiosity.
Ron was trying to appear as if he had been correcting something on his papers but it wasn’t until Neville flipped over his pencil, that he realized that he had been trying to write with the eraser. He would have been embarrassed by this but he was too distracted by the small smile on Malfoy’s face. Sweet baby Jesus that was something he never thought he would see.
Blaise was pretty sure he was gaping but he couldn’t help it. Not when this was proof that he was dreaming.
“Oh, before we go.” When their boss turned to look at them, they all straightened up in their seats. “I am taking off for the day. I advise you all to do the same.”
That was that. They all stared at the spot that the two men had been, in a dumbfounded confusion.
“Did he just tell us to go home early?” Blaise whispered disbelievingly.
Seamus vaulted over his desk and scrambled towards the door. “I’m not sticking around for him to change his mind!”
It was a mad dash after that. Several of them shoving each other to get to the door.
“Fucking hell.” Ron complained when Pansy shoved him out of the way. “Would it kill you to be gentle?”
“So, who do you think he is?” Seamus whispered as they watched Harry leave the room. This was fifth time in a month they had seen him come and go. “I would say a relative but Malfoy’s father is even more of an arse than he is.”
“No.” Pansy waved that theory away. “They don’t even almost look anything alike. I was thinking just a friend.”
“That would suggest that Malfoy has any friends.” Ron pointed out doubtfully.
“The man’s got a point.” Blaise chimed in with a hum. “But you also can’t deny that the boss is always in a better mood after Harry stops by.”
“True.” Neville whispered, staring at the closed office door. “Maybe they really are just friends.”
“We need more evidence.” Pansy concluded, slapping her hand against the desk. “Ron, get that wife of yours to come up with some theories. She’s the resident genius.”
Ron arched his brows. “Alright. But Hermione is only two floors down in bookkeeping. You could ask her yourself.”
“Nah. It’s been awkward between us since I drunkenly kissed her at the Christmas party.”
Neville shot an alarmed look towards Seamus every time Malfoy paced close to his desk. The man rarely ever left his office. So seeing him distressed was setting off his nerves into an anxious state.
“Has Harry called or stopped by at all?” The question wasn’t barked out or said in anger. It sounded worried and that had the rest of them concerned.
“No.” Blaise offered when he lost the stare off that would decide who had to deal with the boss. “He hasn’t.”
“Fuck.”
Seamus rolled his chair clear to the opposite side of the room when he saw Malfoy run his fingers through his hair. If the man was resorting to messing up his pristine, precious hair, then things were about to get bad.
“Parkinson, pull open all news outlets, I want you to check—” He was cut off by the sound of running footsteps.
Pansy blinked rapidly when Harry burst into the room. His clothes were disheveled, ripped and torn in several places. His hair was surprisingly even more messier than usual and he had a gash across his face.
“Draco.” Harry whispered thickly. “It was a close call and—” The man stopped talking when Mister Malfoy clenched his fists and turned his back around, eyes closed and despair on his face.
“I quit.” Harry continued, hand raised but not moving towards anyone.
“You what?” Malfoy turned around rapidly. “I have been trying to get you to quit for years!”
“I know.” Harry’s hands were raised in surrender. “And I should have listened. But I was too stubborn and wanted to provide for you just as much as you provide for me.”
“Harry.” The whisper tore at Pansy’s heartstrings. She didn’t know her boss had even been capable of having so much emotion inside of him.
“I saw an entire team go down, Draco.” Harry’s voice cracked. “That could have been me and I couldn’t bear the thought of you having to bury your own husband.”
‘Husband?’ Neville and Ron mouthed, shocked into stillness.
“You really did quit?” The blonde asked taking a step forward. “You don’t have to do that. I knew what I was getting myself into long before you ever joined the police force.”
“I really did.” Harry smiled, walking the few feet up to their boss and lifting him up into his arms. “I was thinking about taking you up on your offer.”
Seamus let out a breathy noise when Malfoy grinned. He almost wanted to slap himself to see if this was real.
“The business is named after us, after all.” Malfoy whispered before resting his face into Harry’s neck. “I could use your help around here. I’m not the best with people.”
Malfoy and Malfoy. They had all assumed that Malfoy must have taken over after his father retired and added the extra Malfoy.
“Alright.” Harry ran his fingers through blonde hair before carrying their boss towards the door. He stopped to address them before leaving.
“I probably won’t be your boss for another few weeks but if you don’t have work to do, I am going to suggest you have an early release. I’m going to take Draco home.”
A stunned silence filled the room as soon as the two men left.
“Married?” Pansy shook her head quickly. “I don’t believe it. Did any of you even know that he was married?”
“I didn’t even know he was gay.” Blaise whispered, blinking rapidly.
Seamus looked at his spreadsheets that needed to be finished and the reports from the people underneath him that needed filing. “Nope, I have no work to do.” He declared before taking off quickly towards the door.
Everyone else shared a look before they too took off after Seamus.
“Ow!” Ron complained when Pansy elbowed him out of the way. “You don’t have to hit so hard.”
Ron ran into the bookkeeping office and ignored Hermione’s stuffy coworkers. “You are never going to believe who Harry is.”
“Mister Malfoy’s husband of ten years.” She responded, not looking up from a folder of numbers.
“How did you know they were married?” He was rather disgruntled and annoyed that she knew before he did. “Wait, did you say ten years?”
Hermione shook her head before shooting him a fond look. “After you asked me to come up with theories for your weirdly gossipy group, I googled Harry. Their marriage is public record.”
“Oh.” Ron deflated slightly, not wanting to admit how embarrassing it was that they hadn’t even bothered to do a simple internet search.
“Well, Harry is going to take up a position here. Probably be made some kind of CEO or boss.” Ron added, knowing that this had just been discussed upstairs a few minutes ago.
“I figured as much.”
Ron sighed heavily, was there anything his wife didn’t know?
“Do you think much will change around here?” Hermione asked curiously. “From what you said, Harry is a rather nice guy.”
That had Ron humming curiously. “I think a lot of things will change.”
“You are never going to guess what I overheard Hannah say.”
The near lunchtime gossip session was underway and Pansy was thankful that it was distracting enough that she wasn’t focusing on her rumbling stomach.
“Come on.” Harry continued when no one said anything. “It involves Nott down in bookkeeping and Lovegood down in the temp office.”
“Tell me.” Blaise demanded, they all knew that he had been lusting after Nott and Lovegood equally for months.
Before Harry could continue, Neville ran into the room. “He’s coming. Smith pissed him off enough that he fired him, he’s not in a good mood.”
It was a scramble for everyone to get to their desks. No one wanted to anger Malfoy off after he fired someone. That was an atmosphere that guaranteed someone else could be on the chopping block.
Harry was halfway towards them when he stopped. “Wait, why am I panicking? I’m the co-owner.”
Pansy snorted but quickly quieted down when Malfoy walked into the room.
“Why do I have a feeling that you all aren’t doing anything?” There was exasperation in his tone but before he could walk over and investigate, Harry stepped forward.
“Hello, love.”
That had Seamus breathing a sigh of relief, he knew that pet names always seemed to get the boss to smile slightly. When Malfoy looked down briefly and his lips quirked up, Seamus shared a high five with Neville.
“You want to head to lunch early?” Harry offered, entwining their hands. “I’m in the mood for Italian.”
“Nice.” Blaise whispered, knowing from Harry that Italian was Malfoy’s favorite. The brunette knew how to appease the blonde in ways that he always found amusing.
“Sounds nice.” Their boss sighed happily, something that still surprised them even months after seeing the changes Harry brought to the usually angry man.
When the two made it to the door, Malfoy told them that they too could head to lunch early. Harry waited until his husband wasn’t looking to send a wink to them.
“Harry is the best thing that has happened to this place.” Seamus sighed in delight before he took off running towards the door.
“No.” Ron warned, side stepping Pansy’s elbow. “You won’t be pushing me today.” He took off after Seamus, leaving behind work that he knew should have been finished before lunch.
“He’s right though.” Blaise entwined his elbow through Pansy’s. “Harry and Malfoy really make for an interesting dynamic.”
“I love my job.” Pansy admitted with a smile as she locked up the door.
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Trying to write on the next Simple Acts installment but this has been in my head for a couple days and wouldn't leave.
