Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 18th 2017 in Microfiction

“Be honest. You miss it.” Ron gave him the side eye and a wry grin. “School?” came the response. “The big prophecy … being special … normal life is tragic boring, yeah?” “No, I don’t miss it in the least, actually,” Harry answered quietly. “And normal life is worse in a way – because the sides aren’t clear, and you’re not sure who’s got your back, and you’re still going to lose people (just like before).” “GAH, I was JOKING!” Ron groaned. “Trying to get a rise!” Harry laughed. “Sorry,” he said grimacing. “You overthink everything is what you do,” Ron added, topping off their stouts. “In my defense,” Harry added, “I’ve been thinking a lot about Dobby.” Ron fell silent and then raised his glass to toast.

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