Clue was angry — angry that Narcissus couldn't see... couldn't feel... the way Clue felt right now. The anger only faded when his friend cut the thread of their intense moment. "I have to finish my book anyway", replied the strange Slytherin curtly, readjusting his satchel and continuing along the lakeside on his own.
Why couldn't Narcissus understand... that he is mine.
Why couldn't Narcissus understand... that he is mine.