Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
They reached the staircases and separated, Ron going up and Harry going down. Once Harry reached the Slytherin dorms, he was instantly accosted by Blaise. "Harry! What the hell happened to you? You look like hell!"
Harry laughed. "Thanks!"
Blaise laughed, too. "Sorry, mate, but you do. And what in god's name is that stench?"
"Let's just say I hope you never meet a mountain troll. The smell is a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone but Voldemort."
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