читать дальшеThey didn’t answer straight away. Indeed, they didn’t pull their gaze from each other. It was as if they didn’t realise they were being addressed or that the three Potters were eagerly awaiting their answer.

A breeze whipped by, carrying the smell of the Great Lake with it. Sounds of other students laughing and frolicking echoed from the castle. Slowly, Tim turned to face the Potters. His face was flush, making the freckles stand out even more on his whey-faced skin. He glared at Lily (she pulled back a little)... James (he did, as well)... then Albus, where his attention remained fixed. He chewed once... twice... thrice... or maybe he was merely grinding his teeth.

Finally, after what seemed an aeon, Tim spoke: “You know you bitches have been hissing at each other for the past twenty minutes?”читать дальше



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