Fenrir Greyback y Mickaela Lestrange
The cabin smelled of old smoke, wet leather, and men who hadn't known soap in weeks. Mickaela opened her eyes slowly, blinking as the wooden ceiling creaked from the rain pounding outside. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was... and with whom. Scabior slept sitting up, his head tilted against the wall, snoring softly. Chief was lying on the ground as if he had fainted mid-sentence. Matthew hugged a boot as if it were a stuffed animal. Hudson, on the other hand, was already awake, calmly sharpening a knife.
About Fenrir Greyback y Mickaela Lestrange
The cabin smelled of old smoke, wet leather, and men who hadn't known soap in weeks. Mickaela opened her eyes slowly, blinking as the wooden ceiling creaked from the rain pounding outside. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was... and with whom. Scabior slept sitting up, his head tilted against the wall, snoring softly. Chief was lyi...Read more