In the words of Nelson Mandela: it always seems impossible until it’s done.
My friends, it is done. And you are the ones who did it.
I am honored to be your Democratic nominee for the Mayor of New York City.
"Sulking?"
Draco snorts but doesn't turn when Hermione walks out onto the balcony.
"Stop ignoring me. I can't keep waiting for you to tell me what's wrong."
At that, he finally looks at her.
"Funny. I can't keep waiting for you to finally realize you're in love with me."
The naked tree branches Draco is sitting under offer little refuge against the heavy rain.
Bad day to come to the park, then.
He's so fucking cold.
Until he isn't anymore.
"Who gave you permission to cast a warming charm on me?" He asks Hermione without real bite in it.
Draco is just curious, okay?
Has been curious since he met her at a party five years after they graduated school and caught her staring at him.
"Can I help you, Granger?"He'd asked, smirking.
But she'd just looked at him up and down and replied, bored:
"No, I don't think so."
NEW: USPS letter carriers tell us they’re sleeping in their vehicles and bathing at union halls because they get paid poverty wages.
They were promised a historic new contract this year. Instead, they were offered 1.3% raises.
Now they’re revolting.
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When Professor Granger receives a howler at breakfast, even owls stop flying.
It’s Ron. He’s breaking up with her.
“—as long as Malfoy is all you talk about, it’s ov—”
Hopeless, the witch sets the envelope on fire, but it’s too late. The potions professor is already smiling.