A clean, gentle story written as a gift for the Weasley twins. Like the dazzling fireworks of summer, it comes and goes in silence, changing nothing and leaving nothing behind. It's just an unforgettable fragment of time from the tender years of youth.
My experiences come in fragments. They're ordinary, not extraordinary. I'm neither a butterfly flapping its wings nor a whirlpool at the center of a storm. I'm grateful to have been part of it, because taking part was the greatest golden finger of all.
Theme: To the most beautiful twins of the dark years
Who doesn't like warm, lovable people?