Ginny Potter was walking down the street, fresh from handing in a brilliant article to the editor of the Daily Prophet when she stopped dead in her tracks. What was this?
Some bitch had stolen her face. As Harry would say, really foul dark magic was about.
Oh no. It was just some unoriginal crackpot who thought she could climb in Harry Freakin'
(
Read more... )
Comments 5
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment