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Professor at Hogwarts! I spend my salary on canvas to depict deserted lands at dusk, fearing a figure will emerge: his.
Mine. In this luxury I can’t believe my life is threatened now – can’t forget we inevitably approach death. Although I hope there’s something beyond for me, I hate to see the signs of how long a way I’ve come.
Smiling to young faces, I become an awkward teenager, embarrassed about my old robes only. This extraordinary girl challenges me with her wit and visions. Luna… May I fall in love, as if I’d never loved? Never wasted my years.
