It was a harsh winter afternoon in the north, with dense clouds, gloomy sky, and drizzle.
The campus radio broadcasts your name on the ED.
"The sky you look at after crying feels extraordinarily transparent."
I put a pocket-shaped cotton hood on my head. The slightly pointed top reminded me of a wizard's robe.
Through the brim of the hat, which was so big that it almost covered my eyes, I saw a boy with fiery red hair standing in the sun, with a bright smile shining in his aqua eyes.
He lowered his head and spoke to the girl standing in the shadow in the corner, then took her hand and walked into the sunshine.
So the past and the future no longer matter, I know this is their best look.
This is the story of a little girl waiting to grow up and George Weasley.
The author is a fan of Lion House and is a Dumbledore person through and through. Do not enter with caution.