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Your Patronus may still be the old new, however, that changes everything in you because you realize that you haven't moved on from Nymphadora Tonks.
- Part 1 of all was well
It's all going to be fine, you tell yourself on a daily basis until the legendary morning migraines cease. It's like another normal weird day in Gravity Falls, Oregon. You just have to manage Ford's shack while he's gone in god-knows-what dimension, make sure Stan doesn't try to commit murder in honor of his new tourist trap, and suck up the fact the Northwests are breathing down your necks because someone made a stupid decision.
Oh, also don't forget to make pies for the gnomes. They can hold grudges if they can remember.
"I solemnly swear my weapon to Cair Paravel— a pledge to the Great Lion's mane and to the four rulers of this glorious Kingdom of Narnia, to give my life and blood for this promised land and for its kings and queens. Let Aslan bear witness as I give my oath of loyalty to the High King and to Narnia."
Too often, we question the potent of a prayer. Who would've thought her prayers from a distant memory could be answered, though a belated benediction? It all began with a desperation to preserve his memory to ignite hope glowing dimly in the promised land—in the form of a fabled sword with a lion-head pommel.
“It’s about time you came back here. Good ol’ Judas’s rejected better-looking cousin is running this godforsaken hellhole.”
Your palms pressed flat on your hips indignantly, looking straight dead ahead of the nearest commodity that’s a million times tolerable—a portrait of Queen Mathilda I—than his stupid face. Not to mention that didn’t smell like it had been doused with buckets of chocolate-scented (flavored?) lubricants. Yes, you knew of that thanks to that birthday party that Len threw for you a long time ago, and no, you weren’t proud of that familiarity, to begin with.
“So, I was told.”
“You’re lucky you weren’t here when this place frolicked through seven circles of Dante’s Inferno eyebags like a merry-go-round,” he snarled, looming over you in attempt to intimidate.
So much for a welcoming committee.
Robert Henstridge is filled with demons. His father is one of them.
[4x10] How did Robert exactly make Willow say "I do" and throw away all his scripts and schemes?