There, sure enough, was Percy Weasley, striding across the snowy yard, his horn-rimmed glasses glinting in the sunlight.
Rainy days, heavy rain, snowy years, let the north wind sweep, dry branches without dreams, but in the cold wind.
There, sure enough, was Percy Weasley, striding across the snowy yard, his horn-rimmed glasses glinting in the sunlight.
Rainy days, heavy rain, snowy years, let the north wind sweep, dry branches without dreams, but in the cold wind.