Uma mulher de pele morena e cabelos negros observava as estrelas e a lua cheia que iluminavam o extenso céu escurecido pela ausência do sol. Uma lágrima rolou de seus olhos escuros, caindo no parapeito da janela.
Rita Skeeter is writing her lies, as usual. It's just a quick Oneshot, because I wanted to write something. And no one ever writes about Rita.
The pressures of running the Holyhead Harpies have driven Gwenog Jones to the brink. A visit to her adopted family seems to be her only hope. A continuation loosely based in the AU storyline of More Choices. Mainly Gwenog Jones but also H/G.
There was one game that weakened his defenses and subjected him to vulnerability; it required the involvement of actual feelings and warranted an evocation of emotion. The game was that of attraction.