With breakfast ready, the wizards carry their trays into the living room, and through the door Elsbet created. Once outside, they find themselves in a masterpiece in progress. She's creating a little park, a park just for them, complete with shady trees, fragrant flowers, soft cỏ and even a little pond. Snape's tim, trái tim skips a beat. A pond...she must know, somehow, that her pond, with all her beloved fish, is gone. He will make it up to her, he will make it right...
There's even a picnic table, and they lay out the trays on it, then look around the little park. "Ellie," Therion smiles, "did...
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