A tall, dark-haired boy was leaning against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though Charles were looking at him through a misted window. But there was no mistaking him.
“Erik - Erik Lehnsherr?”
nodded, not taking his eyes off
“What d'you mean, she won’t wake?”
said desperately. “She’s not - she’s not -?”
“She’s still alive,” said
Lehnsherr. “But only just.”
stared at him.
had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago, yet here he stood, a weird, misty light shining about him, not a day older than sixteen.
“Are you a ghost?”
“A memory,” said
quietly. “Preserved in a diary for fifty years.”
Shout-out to the mlm who are gonna be asked about bringing a girl home for the holidays
Shout-out to the wlw who are gonna be asked about bringing a boy home for the holidays
Shout-out to the trans kids being forced to present as their assigned gender who are going to be misgendered and misnamed
All of you are so strong and valid and I love every one of you. My blog is always a safe space for anyone who needs to talk. Especially during the holidays. You’re all amazing. Families can suck and holidays can be tough, but is temporary and you’ll make it through. I beleive in you