Excerpt:Harry has been taking classes, ever since Dean. He goes to a Muggle woman's flat on Theobald's Road every Tuesday night, stepping past a Prêt a Manger and up a dusky stairwell. Her name is Moon, and the small room where they sit smells like patchouli and cats. They practice breathing on her reed mats and calling out his eternal animal (a duck, oddly enough, who sits in a tree) and letting go of his bad energy -- it's tinted green, he's learned, and isn't that fitting. Neville suggested it, and it's helping -- his magic's mostly come back under control, which is good because for a while Harry was running out of plates. And boyfriends.
He thinks about his duck, coaxing it out, letting his eyes drift shut.
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Excerpt:Harry has been taking classes, ever since Dean. He goes to a Muggle woman's flat on Theobald's Road every Tuesday night, stepping past a Prêt a Manger and up a dusky stairwell. Her name is Moon, and the small room where they sit smells like patchouli and cats. They practice breathing on her reed mats and calling out his eternal animal (a duck, oddly enough, who sits in a tree) and letting go of his bad energy -- it's tinted green, he's learned, and isn't that fitting. Neville suggested it, and it's helping -- his magic's mostly come back under control, which is good because for a while Harry was running out of plates. And boyfriends.
He thinks about his duck, coaxing it out, letting his eyes drift shut.
BWHAHA. I thought of you ♥
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