Team-Draco

[ 3 Decades Ago ] May 8 202X 01:33 @ herm4ever: yo peeps. I was scrolling through my feed and found this cute pic of Hermione from like eons ago. Can’t link it here, so check my page. @ mr-drake: *whistles* boooy that is one hot piece of ass! 01:42 @ modthebod: Hey, anyone heard news about our goddess lately? I checked her Insta, her Twitter, FB, whatever… still nothing. I’m getting worried. @ mr-drake: chill man~ give the girl some timeout, dude. she’ll be back ~ ~ ~ Together with the twinkling stars above, the artificial illumination of the city’s skyscrapers bathed the night sky in a dazzling light show. Hermione always thought the city lights outshone the stars - their glow was so bright and strong. It’s why she loved the city more than her small, quiet hometown in the middle of nowhere. With one hand gripping the handle of her single trolley bag, she looked out the floor-to-ceiling glass pane at the set of blinking lights illuminating the runway below. Her gaze followed a

As a kid, it was always easy to tell myself, “When I grow up, I’m never going to be like Mum and Dad.” In retrospect, parents don’t have it easy. There’s a thousand and one ways in which things could go wrong. Most of the time, those wrong things are just small ripples in the current of time that eventually rights itself again. And then, there are those rare occasions - those that you never think will happen to you - where the small ripples are compounded and cause a large tidal wave that leaves nothing but destruction. A long time ago, my dad told me of one such occasion. Now, each time I look at my kid, I tell myself this. Remember. Remember the events that happened thirty years ago which shattered the peace and quiet of that little town nestled far away from prying eyes. No one knows where in the world it actually happened or who were involved. What matters is how and why everything spiraled out of control. So I tell you this story now the same way my dad did. And I want you