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   \/   ωнєяє уσυ ¸.
` *.¸.* вєℓιєνє тнєяє ιѕ мαgιc 🍄
         🎶  уσυ ωιℓℓ ƒιη∂ ιт 🎶
                ☮️❤Peace on Earth❤☮️ 
Thanks for spotting our Mallard 🐝🤗🌻🐛💐🐌✌🕊🌺🦄

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Thanks for the hedgehog :)

                     🧡
          🍂 .´ .✻
           ´ ¸🍁.´ ✻
           .´  ✻   .🎃´
                   🍁(.✻
                🍂 ))     
              c(¯¯)"
          ~*˚°~°*~
   🧡 ꧁𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠꧂ 🧡
             🍂🍁🍂

Good morning sprinkles x

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     (      🦆*
      🐝¸¸¸¸.  •°´ '🐭

Albus Severus Potter stood sheepishly beside his father and Draco in the majestic hall of Malfoy's manor, feeling abashed and genuinely concerned by his friend "elopement" in the Realm, looking for a necromancer who could revive his recently deceased mother, Astoria Greengrass.
Harry was feeling sorry for Draco; how would he live if Ginny had died and Albus or James had disappeared in this "Realm" where no one had set foot but a handful of dead people, now ressuscitated. He had barely knew his mother but her absence of reaction before Draco's anguish did not reassure him. Was that person really his mother? And Snape? Aberforth? What were their intentions?
Draco came again. "I cannot find my father. I wonder if he hasn't gone to find Scorpius."

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Pegasus ty!

Happy Friday and blessings to you, Thanasis