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[keaira_starr]

Whenever Harry dreamt of blood, he climbed out of the window of Gryffindor Tower, broom in hand, and freefell until the very last possible second.  Sometimes the tips of his naked toes brushed against the long grass before he pulled back, his Firebolt unrelenting and reliable in his grasp.  Sometimes he’d laugh out loud, breathless and ecstatic,

Comments

[lilian_cho]

I like this!

Only have one sauggestion to cut one word out:
"The Gryffindor Tower window" instead =)

[keaira_starr]

Thank you! :D

[youstillbelieve]

I really like this. Sometimes, a drabble is made in the last little bit, and this was especially true for me in this.

"Or, better yet, to let him
Crash
And
Burn.)"

I love, love, love this, especially the way you played with formatting.

Lovely. =)

[keaira_starr]

Thanks a bunch! :D I am currently really into playing with formatting when I write.