Date: 2017-09-18 09:40 am (UTC)
*O* Oh my God I love this Blaise!
THIS:
"Blaise didn't have anything against poor people as such, but trying to befriend them was inconvenient. You couldn't ask them to meet up in Geneva over the holidays or invite them for an airing in the countryside without creating a fuss."

And this:
"Whatever happened to never touching blood traitors or Mudbloods, no matter what they look like?"

Pansy's voice irritated him more than usual. Everything about her looked sharp, ready to pounce, as if she stood a chance of rattling him.

"You've got lipstick on your teeth."

The barb hit its target, but there was little satisfaction in that. Blaise was tired of people.

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And from "I miss magic" to the end.

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This is such a wonderful pre-something story <3 Full of angsty background and a little heart-breaking at the end of both parts. I've never read a HP-fic with the war lived from afar, by people fleeing it and missing home. I want a full story about them and how they deal with this and how they get together (slowly). Please!!!
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