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not know what it cost me! (And I'm still not entirely satisfied with the result)
Author: La Maga
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character / Couple / Trio: Draco Malfoy
Topic: # 1 - Home
The room was in shadow. Through the door ajar a lonely crept beam. A young man with blond hair sitting in a corner, knees pressed against my chest, my grayrada lost.
A fly, who was pacing the drawing rather strange curves in the air took the boy from his reverie. His tired eyes began to tour the campus, trying to recognize, as his mind tried to remember I was doing there. His eye fell casually on a dark and dilapidated cabinet vision put him completely in reality.
- Draco, do not have time for stupid dreams! There is work to do! - she scolded the boy as so often, as he closed the door completely. Such episodes became increasingly frequent and it was starting to worry.
had begun as mere moments of relaxation times for disconnectionctarse some of the world, just to alleviate pressure. But gradually they ceased to be such simple relaxation and had joined the long periods when your mind is completely disconnected. They were not even volunteers in an instant could be highly concentrated in their work and the next wham, again plunge into the infinite abyss of emptiness. Nothing.
Because her life had turned around eighty degrees. First, his father in Azkaban, never thought it could really happen, could not happen. That, undoubtedly, was the hardest blow of all, to see how the image of his father's rich, powerful, influential, fell precipitously to an ordinary criminals
A fly, who was pacing the drawing rather strange curves in the air took the boy from his reverie. His tired eyes began to tour the campus, trying to recognize, as his mind tried to remember I was doing there. His eye fell casually on a dark and dilapidated cabinet vision put him completely in reality.
- Draco, do not have time for stupid dreams! There is work to do! - she scolded the boy as so often, as he closed the door completely. Such episodes became increasingly frequent and it was starting to worry.
had begun as mere moments of relaxation times for disconnectionctarse some of the world, just to alleviate pressure. But gradually they ceased to be such simple relaxation and had joined the long periods when your mind is completely disconnected. They were not even volunteers in an instant could be highly concentrated in their work and the next wham, again plunge into the infinite abyss of emptiness. Nothing.
Because her life had turned around eighty degrees. First, his father in Azkaban, never thought it could really happen, could not happen. That, undoubtedly, was the hardest blow of all, to see how the image of his father's rich, powerful, influential, fell precipitously to an ordinary criminals
