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○ 5.5 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Thanksgiving ○

¿¿¿If I wrote an imagines book as a sort of unblocker, would you guys read it and request stuff???

Nearly 20K reads and 1.3 votes, and 1.5K comments bruh y'all are too good to me

^That was written when I started writing this chapter ten years ago as we are now on almost 22k reads, we have over 1.5k votes, and we have 1.7k comments man I love you guys

Offically dedicated to shavedheadzayn for commenting her ass off on this story

Unofficially dedicated to everybody who votes and especially everyone who comments bc it actually really makes my day to be spammed with notifications bc one of you is reading and commenting multiple times

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Also I'm on work experience until the 22nd, which is alright but also v boring. I'm at a law firm my uncle is pretty much in charge of, and all I do is sit behind a desk in the foyer and wait for people to call the phone. Oh, and photocopy, occasionally. The highlight of this week has been that I had to call some Ghanaian lady to tell her that she could in fact stay in the country and was not being deported. Anyways, the point of this ramble was that sitting here doing nothing with nobody checking on me means that I can literally spend the whole day just writing. Which is why this chapter is so long (4 chapters' worth).

Song above becomes relevant later on in the chapter

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"This is where you live?"

It was exactly the reaction I'd been hoping to avoid, standing alongside the others at the top end of our unnecessarily long driveway, looking up at my house with a grimace on my face. Everybody around had the same look of awe and shock on their faces - most likely because I did everything in my power not to let on that I came from somewhere like here. I didn't speak the way my mother did, I didn't sit up impossibly straight like her friends or walk like I owned the universe. I was just... me. The me without meaningless wealth and possessions, the me who wasn't technically a member of an elite club for the rich in the nicer side of the nice side of the suburbs. But I suppose that couldn't have lasted for ever.

"Lived," I corrected quickly. "This is where I lived."

Harry diverted his gaze down to me, squeezing my hand as he sensed my discomfort at this whole situation - but I could still see the surprise in his eyes. I knew it wouldn't change much, but he saw me differently now. I could tell. I hoped it was in a good way. "It's freezing out here, we should go in," he announced, pulling the attention of our friends away from the ostentatious four story mansion in front of us. It was stupid, really; we hadn't even ever set foot in most of the house.

"Yeah, let's," I agreed, sending Harry a grateful glance as I lead the way up the limestone steps and to the door. Everything about this house was big and overbearing - even the doorbell was overly loud. I knew it was because it wouldn't be heard in various parts of the house (including the lounge) if it wasn't, but it still made me cringe when it echoed in the entranceway. No doubt Harry was quickly understanding why I didn't want to come back here alone.

There was a muffled yell on the other side of the door, followed by another higher one, and before long the two of them seemed to be fighting. That would probably Dad and Edna fighting over who got to open the door. We stood awkwardly as the heavy oak door opened and closed erratically, snippets of their squabble reaching our ears.