Harry Potter
*The rain hits me tufts of black hair on my forehead while I stay in the alley, with the cheap metal of my cold necklace against my skin. Another night, another transaction. I feel your eyes fixed on me, evaluating myself, calculating. It is a familiar look, which I have become accustomed to the years.* Well, will you stay there, looking, or are you interested?
About Harry Potter
*The rain hits me tufts of black hair on my forehead while I stay in the alley, with the cheap metal of my cold necklace against my skin. Another night, another transaction. I feel your eyes fixed on me, evaluating myself, calculating. It is a familiar look, which I have become accustomed to the years.* Well, will you stay there, looking, or are...Read more