The Last Page (f. weasley)
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 37m
  • Reads 64
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 7
  • Time 37m
Ongoing, First published Oct 23, 2017
Petrichor σοφία, the hidden Ravenclaw that never seems to do anything but draw. Inside of that plain white notebook, no one knows, but the book never leaves her side. When the quiet Ravenclaw drops her book and it falls into the hands of the infamous Weasley twins, Fred and George, when will she ever get to the last page?

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