‘Remember the first time we met, on this very exact station?’ He asked his wife, ‘Mhmmm’ she murmured with tears streaming down on her cheeks. Harry rubbed off Ginny’s tears with a soft, soothing finger. The proud parents walked on King Cross’ station sidewalk while remembering their own magical moments at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
Something I scribbled down, which has nothing to do with Harry Potter, just me wanting to waste more time,
Sense of euphoria weren’t of help anymore, it’s like her own brand of heroin effect’s came to an end bringing back symptoms of withdrawals. She’d clutch to it till the end, and now she lays there clueless as to what’s the next step she should take to at least enter the maze of her life.
Other than this, I’m still reading My Sister’s Keeper. The author’s style of writing is very impressive and interesting. I liked the story line so much and I can’t wait to find out what’s going to happen in the upcoming chapters.
Writing this blog post while my eyes are halfway to closing shut explains the disjointed points.
Enjoy the remaining days of the holiday, peeps.
3 comments:
Essay problems? Happens to me all the time.
Tell me about it. You need to update your blog.
My Sister's Keeper is the next in my reading list.
Keep updating :)
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