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🍁🦃🍂 ╠╣ave Ꭿ Beautiful Ɖay!🍂🦃🍁
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🍂🤎🍂Chryssa is fliting thru the gardens! 🍁🦃🍂Sprinkled if she thought a critter might come out to play!🍁💛🍁Have a great day!

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Welcome to my garden :)

Please sprinkle if you feel there is something due - everyone can sprinkle.

Have a nice day and thank you very much for peeking into my garden :)

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Draco too had managed to reach his family inside Scamander's magical suitcase and he fought fiercely against the replica of his deceased wife, to let his father and son a few minutes respite.
Scorpius: "It's a sand creature, dad, I'm so sorry, it's my fault and..."
Draco: "sand? Then to disperse curse is only a temporary solution! Father? We must use "incendio" and shield ourselves behind a water wall!"
Lucius, exhausted, shook his head and both cursed the malevolent famished creature who froze under the extreme heat in a dark glass form.
"I'll tell the others, rest. I'll be back in a minute" said Draco.

The battle with the changeling creatures had reached a dangerous turn. The silver sand in the kobolds' caves had gathered any DNA thread and creatures were forming, looking like Harry or Draco, Fred, George or Ronald and came a moment where confusion was almost complete. Reinforcements had been called and Luna had managed to get inside the magical suitcase, looking for Rolf Scamander's her husband. There, in the devastated little kitchen a sand creature had just devoured every food available. There was no sign of Scamander, only a broken wand and a pair of dark glasses.

Yay a crow

Xx

Ghostie ty

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