I give you a minisaga -- fifty words that no longer quite fit into the HP universe, but make me smile:
As they hurried away from the Ministry, through the tunnels under London, Harry’s scar began to throb. Dumbledore saw the look on his face, then turned to his own knees.
"I think," he said, "that we had best take the Northern Line instead. Change at Leicester Square. Mind the gap."
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branchandroot
Scars Can Come In Handy
Date: 2006-08-28 11:18 am (UTC)As they hurried away from the Ministry, through the tunnels under London, Harry’s scar began to throb. Dumbledore saw the look on his face, then turned to his own knees.
"I think," he said, "that we had best take the Northern Line instead. Change at Leicester Square. Mind the gap."