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WINTER'S PALACE. Lucius adjusted his robes for close to the millionth time, critically eyeing himself in the ceiling-high mirror. He scowled at himself when he caught himself doing so - damnit, he looked perfect! And he was confident and composed and collected. He was not nervous, he wasn't anxious or excited.
Rudolph watched the reindeer and the sleighs disappear in the distance. He felt even worse than he did a few minutes earlier. As if it wasn't enough that his nose was red and shining like a lamp, he had seen the thing he wanted more than anything in the world, only to have it taken away the very next moment.
A blue palace made of crystal clear ice lay before them, towering at least another hundred feet into the sky. It had a large central spire in the center, surrounded by smaller offshoots. The setting sun hit the palace, causing it to light up in purple, turquoise, and pink where the light struck.
I read The necromancer and serpents and celestial bronze and suddenly felt desperate to find Harry Potter fanfics with kingdom building or where Harry creates his own village, community or something similar.
Astoria Greengrass was a frail girl with some sort of ethereal aura around her, at least that’s what Hermione thought upon meeting her, which happened in Astoria’s bedroom where she had spent a few days without getting out of bed, according to Daphne.
She had a small, slightly upturned nose, and even in the darkness of the Chamber of Secrets, Harry managed to notice her ice-blue eyes; their color was a perfect representation of her penetrating gaze.
Harry is genuinely distraught and reacts oddly understandably to his family's neglect, IMO. Unfortunately, the Venn diagram of ‘good WBWL fics’ and ‘finished WBWL fics’ does not intersect. Well, it does intersect once into the incredibly emotionally traumatic linkao3 (antithesis by oceanbreeze7).