The Lord President, his hair intriguingly more blonde-white than it had been two weeks previous, grabs his hand, pressing his finger into Pasmodius’ palm until pain crawls outward over the nerves. He’s writing letters ( Read more... )

You can find the fic at my fanfiction.net page, because i think I'm waht you call NOT AN LJ NINJA:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5550318/1/The_Christmas_Heffalump


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