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Ongoing, First published Mar 23, 2022
"No rush, Weasley." She smiled. 

That's when George's breathing kinda faltered, She was smiling at him. 

Crimson smiled, yes. But only smirk, or she'll look down while smiling, Hell, It won't even be a complete smile. And she doesn't smile or laugh very much.

But this, oh my gosh, It made George look at her in a daze. It was a rare, beautiful sight to see.
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