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Fire.
That’s what he felt when she was around. Alecto Carrow was his soul, his heart and his life.
And now he had to work up the courage to tell her how he felt. They were best friends, how could he think of ruining it by admitting his feelings to her?
No. He had to do it or he would always regret not saying something.
Busting into the loungeroom of their shared apartment, he stood in front of her staring.
“What?” Alecto snapped, “Why are you just standing there?”
“I love you,” Antonin replied.
“About bloody time,” Alecto said, smiling.