Platform 9 was the same place it had always been. Old, slightly worn, pigeons in the rafters, the fan turning too slowly for the heat. But it felt different now — fuller, somehow. As if the accumulated afternoons of sitting and talking and tea had changed the air of it slightly, had added something to the place that would stay even after they were gone. Which is what people do to places, she thought, when they love them long enough.
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Late Bloomers
Daniella Storm
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