Feuilly laughs, a little helplessly, and passes a handkerchief. "You weren't. I've heard that that happens here, but--" But knowing that, and knowing it would pass, hadn't really helped any. He leans into Harry's shoulder, a comfortable bump. "I'm glad you're yourself again."
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Date: 2017-03-26 09:21 pm (UTC)