Motswolo
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The Cadence of Part-time Poets
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“Are you gonna tell me what colour I am now?" He asked. "And please don’t say white like a cloud.”
“Oh Moony,” Sirius sighed, “you’re the whole bloody sky.”
― The Cadence of Part-time Poets
“Oh Moony,” Sirius sighed, “you’re the whole bloody sky.”
― The Cadence of Part-time Poets
“And I... Well, I sort of missed having a poet for a boyfriend."
"I'm far from a poet."
"Part-time then.”
― The Cadence of Part-time Poets
"I'm far from a poet."
"Part-time then.”
― The Cadence of Part-time Poets
“You told me your favourite colour was brown," Remus said. Sirius looked at him very sharply, and he nearly baulked.
"Brown?" James grimaced next to them. "Like what kind of brown?"
Sirius' eyes dipped, as though he were trying to scan Remus from head to toe. Finally they came to rest on his face again, looking him right in the eye.
"A very specific kind...”
― The Cadence of Part-time Poets
"Brown?" James grimaced next to them. "Like what kind of brown?"
Sirius' eyes dipped, as though he were trying to scan Remus from head to toe. Finally they came to rest on his face again, looking him right in the eye.
"A very specific kind...”
― The Cadence of Part-time Poets
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