I'm, like, so productive.
*brandishes new fic*
*cackles*
After the war, Draco packed his bags.
He took one last short walk around the Manor, avoiding the soot-darkened wall where Aunt Bella had cast Incendio, the barrenness of the floors where blood-streaked Bokharan carpets had been removed, and the garden where nothing would grow again.
He looked,
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*muuaahahaa* One of the best lines ever.
Draco felt disoriented.
I loved that line because you wrote the different places and their constant feeling to be put of place so well.
Wonderful story - I always like stories where characters leave home for some time to cope with their past/themselves/... :)
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