"If only life could be a little more tender and art a little more robust."
-Alan Rickman
The silver doe was nothing, nothing compared with Ron’s reappearance, he could not believe it. Shuddering with cold, he caught up the pile of clothes still lying at the water’s edge and began to pull them on. As he dragged sweater after sweater over his head, Harry stared at Ron, half expecting him to have disappeared every time he lost sight of him, and yet he had to be real: he had just dived into the pool, he had saved Harry’s life.
helena bonham carter, 2019.
Is anyone still alive here? And do you happen to enjoy discord? If so dm me if you wanna join my personal one, it’s getting kinda quiet in there and I miss some of you (only some of you) xx