Fleur brings pastries from France. She never offers them to Harry, yet one always finds its way to his desk.
One day, he finally asks. “So, these aren’t for me?”
She lifts her chin. “No.”
He bites into one anyway.
Fleur brings pastries from France. She never offers them to Harry, yet one always finds its way to his desk.
One day, he finally asks. “So, these aren’t for me?”
She lifts her chin. “No.”
He bites into one anyway.