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Staring Remus Lupin, post-OOTP
When I was a small boy, my grandmother gave me a book for my birthday. It was a mystery novel by Muggle woman, Christie or something, whose writing she was quite fond of. I believe that it was about two years before I entered Hogwarts and being a nine-year-old wizard boy gifts like that were not the type of gift that I was hoping for. My own broomstick or a new set of Gobbstones (and of course a cure for lycanthropy, but even then I knew enough not to expect that)...
A few sentences from one of my many unfinished fics. I decided to actually finish them all, starting with this one (mostly because it's the shortest).
Must get to writing. Ciao.
When I was a small boy, my grandmother gave me a book for my birthday. It was a mystery novel by Muggle woman, Christie or something, whose writing she was quite fond of. I believe that it was about two years before I entered Hogwarts and being a nine-year-old wizard boy gifts like that were not the type of gift that I was hoping for. My own broomstick or a new set of Gobbstones (and of course a cure for lycanthropy, but even then I knew enough not to expect that)...
A few sentences from one of my many unfinished fics. I decided to actually finish them all, starting with this one (mostly because it's the shortest).
Must get to writing. Ciao.