Win Them Over With Charms
- LECTURAS 59
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- Partes 2
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Última publicación jue, feb 4, 2021
She hands him over a Charm
"Dobby can't be freed by a stupid Charm!"
Papaya smirks and yells smoothly like exotic butters"You can't but you can fall for it!"
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"Thanks for the necklace,"says shy boi Harry.
"Don't worry about it remember to make up for it at the Yule Ball tho-," she says cutting herself off and running away to safety.
Her heart went Doki Doki just by the mere thought.
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"Draco Malfoy give that back y-you scoundrel!" Papaya reeed at him while he stole her charms.
"Not till I have one of these!"he said in his best Kermit voice and flew away on the broomstick.
"Yeehaw!"he bellowed
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"Lance?"
"Papaya?"
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"You're Ebony eyes?!"
‼️*Real Name will NOT be Spoiled*❗️
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