TERRY: I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself . . .

[poison__eclair]

July 22nd, 1997: Post-Sixth YearFucking Knockturn Alley. I could blame it all on this street. As if the cobblestones breathed corruption, wafting up to my window, coming in the through the cracks and mingling with the pot smoke and dust on the floorboards

Comments

[poison__eclair]

Watch it, kid. I know where you sleep.

[poison__eclair]

Does he sleep with a stuffed bear?

[poison__eclair]

NO.

[poison__eclair]

It's an elephant, actually. He calls it Sam.