In her life, Sandra had seen truly amazing things. Her daughter’s first steps. Her son’s birth. Anything involving Mr. Muggles.
There’s amazing things, and then there’s miracles. There’s your child coming back from the dead. There’s Claire’s skin regrowing as she walks away from an exploding man. There’s the realization that nothing on earth can harm your daughter, and the ironic knowledge of how much danger that puts her in.
"How did you do that?" She stood rigid, arms crossed squarely over her chest.
Mr. Muggles sniffed around at her feet, unimpressed. Eh. He’d seen better.
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Date: 2007-07-13 02:03 am (UTC)In her life, Sandra had seen truly amazing things. Her daughter’s first steps. Her son’s birth.
Anything involving Mr. Muggles.There’s amazing things, and then there’s miracles. There’s your child coming back from the dead. There’s Claire’s skin regrowing as she walks away from an exploding man. There’s the realization that nothing on earth can harm your daughter, and the ironic knowledge of how much danger that puts her in.
"How did you do that?" She stood rigid, arms crossed squarely over her chest.
Mr. Muggles sniffed around at her feet, unimpressed. Eh. He’d seen better.