June 5 th , 2004
He returns to his desk, his paces heavy with exhaustion and his head pounding with frustration. He drags himself across the room and throws himself into his armchair, leaning back against the soothing leather and pressing his eyes shut before he opens them and sees what was left on his desk in his absence.
A cupcake. Chocolate. His favourite.
A candle stands (proud and erect and glowing) in the exact centre of a vanilla icing swamp.
And sprinkled on the icing.
Cinnamon.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
