Blood Clot

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life. War. Pain. Revenge. Death. Resurgence. Hatred. Love. Even the Wizarding World has such danger in it. After all, magical or not, we're all human. We all bleed.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life. War. Pain. Revenge. Death. Resurgence. Hatred. Love. Even the Wizarding World has such danger in it. After all, magical or not, we're all human. We all bleed.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life. War. Pain. Revenge. Death. Resurgence. Hatred. Love. Even the Wizarding World has such danger in it. After all, magical or not, we're all human. We all bleed.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life. War. Pain. Revenge. Death. Resurgence. Hatred. Love. Even the Wizarding World has such danger in it. After all, magical or not, we're all human. We all bleed.