

Spilt Milk, Part FourSnape was standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, scowling at the sky.Spilt Milk, Part Four
It was an unwholesome kind of day - the weather looked as though it was working itself up for a storm, but it hadnt quite got there yet, and so the clouds had turned a queasy-looking yellow and were hanging low over the castle, wheezing with half-hearted thunder.
The door to the Tower opened, and Regulus Black came over to join him, grinning in that cheerful, insolent way of his, as though they were best friends.
Alright, Sev?
Dont call me that, Severu


Requiem for a Lost BoyRequiem for a Lost BoyRequiem for a Lost Boy
The floor was cold. Or perhaps it was him that was cold. Whichever the case, it seemed as if both floor and body were cubes of ice, each trying their hardest not to melt. But there was a core of warmth within him that refused to dispel, so millimeter by millimeter, he thawed. He couldnt explain why he wanted to stay there on the cold stones, but something in him dreaded the awakening. And then awareness returned to his body. He was naked, sprawled on the smooth yet chilly floor of a building obviously flooded with light, if
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For what it's worth,it was worth all the while
Perchè un pretesto per ritornare,
bisogna sempre seminarselo dietro.
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