She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves.
J. K. RowlingLook...at...me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
J. K. RowlingWhy don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.
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