my gift to my girls


Amy Acker’s show got picked up! My skin is clear, my heart is full, the planets are aligned, I’m crying tears of joy. 


“You’re a bastard,” she spat, without thinking. “Just like your f a t h e r.”  

Draco stiffened. A brief flicker of emotion darkened his eyes: it could have been hurt or rage, or simple surprise. Then it was gone. “Actually,” he said, and his voice was bitter, “I’m a bastard in a way that’s entirely my own.”