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..., wry, sipping his dry white wine with pursed lips. "You're ...in Bewdley, who owned the local book shop and frequented your pub?"... the usual "Here's your food, bitch" that accompanied the slide ... another plate of indeterminably coloured food had been shoved into his ... a large city with regional cooking that suited Fenrir: thick, heavy,... the wood flooring. Potter was cooking in the kitchen, flicking his ...
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rating: nc17
fic
fenrir
harry

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Published: 3 weeks ago (Sun, 14 Jun 2009 07:43:53 PDT); 50 Kb
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