A Good First Impression Can Work Wonders

Parminder Kept Her Unwept Tears Locked Tightly Inside Where They Seemed To Undergo An Alchemical Transformation, Returning To The Outer World As Lava Slides Of Rage.

She Had A Way Of Seeing The Beauty In Others, Even, And Perhaps Most Especially, When That Person Couldn't See It In Themselves.

He Never Seemed To Grasp The Immense Mutability Of Human Nature, Nor To Appreciate That Behind Every Nondescript Face Lay A Wild And Unique Hinterland Like His Own.

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.

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