Albus still didn't fully understand what magic young Lily had wrought that night. At the time, he'd only been grateful her noble sacrifice had earned them peace, however temporary. He should have looked into it deeper. He should have done something. Unknowingly, long dead, that arrogant girl might just have ruined everything. (independent!GWL, black/white magic)
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.