http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashorashley28 The original writings of author Ash en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775925763 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I just want to see if all of you think I should write about my new life at my new school? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashorashley28/3127837/ The seventh year at Hogwarts had passed faster than I could have imagined. Classes, exams, duels, late-night study sessions, and quiet moments in the library with Draco had all blurred together into a strange, vivid tapestry. Dark Melody was gone, and the bright Melody I had worked so hard to reclai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashorashley28/3123752/ The idea had seemed absurd at first. Draco Malfoy sitting beside me in a cozy Muggle office, a notebook open in front of him, listening to a therapist ask him to talk about feelings. And yet, here we were. 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