“Not white,” the words left his lips before the boy even realized he had a preference. “And not those scary…naked ones, either.” This was said with more confidence still.
White, Abraxas reasoned, was too girly for his tastes, and the scary naked ones were, frankly, terrifying, as though a house elf had bred itself with a kneazle. No thank you!
White, Abraxas reasoned, was too girly for his tastes, and the scary naked ones were, frankly, terrifying, as though a house elf had bred itself with a kneazle. No thank you!