Calm down, Harry. It can’t be that bad.
No, that was a lie. A vicious, horrendous lie. The situation was not just bad, but absolutely awful. Those lies didn’t make him feel better, didn’t ease the apprehension lodged in his throat. None of his words could soothe the hysteria that blossomed in his gut, the horror that had dawned in his mind, when he realized who he had accidentally sent that message to the previous night.
Пришла медалька за 13 лет в Азкабане на фанфиксе. Не полжизни, но дофига.
Уже ничего не пишу, почти ничего не читаю, редко захожу в блоги.
Но фанфикс подарил мне самого близкого человека, с которым я сейчас на другом конце мира собираюсь смотреть сериальчик.
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