❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
LONG STORY SHORT
━━━━━━
"Long story short, it was a bad time
Long story short, I survived"
THE SUMMER SUN CREPT ABOVE the horizon on the 1st of September, bathing Godric's Hollow in a soft, golden light. It filtered through the tall trees, casting long shadows on the dewy grass, and warmed the rooftops of the village. In the quietest corners, the gentle rustle of leaves hinted at the arrival of autumn. A faint chill in the air mingled with the smell of freshly baked bread, carried from the small, quaint cottage tucked just beyond the church. Inside, the morning had already come alive.
In the heart of the cottage, the kitchen, chaos unfolded. The large oak table, which had seen its share of family breakfasts and hurried school mornings, was laden with food: a stack of perfectly golden pancakes, toast that still steamed from the heat of the fire, and bowls brimming with fresh fruit — ripe berries, juicy apples, and slices of melon. The scent of frying bacon and warm syrup filled the air, making the kitchen feel both homely and wild with activity. Then, there was the sweet, melodious sound of —
"JAMES!"
Well, almost melodious anyway.
"JAMES, WHEN I CATCH YOU — !"
The shout echoed through the house, its source a small figure standing at the foot of the stairs. Her copper-like red hair caught the morning light, glowing with the same vibrancy as the sun that had just risen. Her sharp hazel eyes were narrowed in accusation, and her lips were pressed into a firm line as she glared up at her older brother, who was lounging at the table, entirely unbothered.
"Where is she?" Lily demanded.
"Where is what, Lils?" James, sitting with his feet kicked up on the edge of his chair, glanced down at her lazily.
He wore the grin of someone who had absolutely no intention of taking things seriously, his dark hair untidy and sticking out in all directions as though it had never seen a comb. His expression was one of practiced innocence, though his hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.
Lily stomped her foot, her small fists clenched at her sides.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Her voice cracked with exasperation as she glared up at him. "Where is she?"
James finally lifted his head, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Again, where's who?"
Lily's frustration bubbled over as she marched toward the table, her tiny footsteps echoing through the kitchen. "Mrs. Buns! Where did you hide her?"
