"Italian daisies fall in love with English winter."
Margaret overestimates her own abilities and falls in love at a glance. She finally realizes the Muggle poet Rabindranath Tagore's concept of love.
There was no chance of survival, there was no recovery, and she was also running alone, wanting to keep her young boy spotless, high up, not to fall down, and not to look at her.
Who knew "British winter wants to wait a little longer for the exotic flowers that drift across the sea to bloom."
God had already bent down for her.
Regulus Black × Margaret Fudge (original heroine)
ps: Contains a lot of private settings, double snakes in love, don't read if you don't like it, go up to the upper left corner.
The author has a bad temper and likes to delay writing. Based on my feelings and perspective, I write about my favorite teenager who was saved by Maggie (Margaret's nickname) in a decaying frame, or died together and was forgotten in the darkness, or lived together to resist Voldemort.
Concept: R. A. B in the isolated island also has love and weakness