Bottom's Perspective
Hi, nice to meet you. I'm fine, thanks, and you?
As you can see, I'm English, from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
I was raising a tankard of Butterbeer and celebrating Voldemort's downfall with my friends from the same house when everything went black. The next second, I somehow found myself in this room full of Muggle objects.
Butterbeer had spilled all over the bed. The only thing before my eyes was a half-dressed Muggle man with bloodshot eyes, glaring at me viciously. Merlin's beard! I'm the prospective heir to a noble pure-blood family, yet here I am sharing a room with a Muggle. It's suffocating!
But thankfully, I still have my wand. There's hope I'll get home after all, Merlin!
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Top's Perspective
Eight years ago, in a shabby garage, his little wizard had fallen from the sky and rescued him from kidnappers. All he knew was that the other boy was a wizard, with blond hair and blue eyes like an angel's. He would sweetly call him
I forgot my password, my account password, hahahahaha, I wish I could finish writing this article in my lifetime [changed]