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Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.
| 2 | 21 | on Nov 24, 2008, 11:47pm
by Alexander Grey
in Blood Type B [Alex] |
| The Burrow
It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigsty, but extra rooms had been added her and there until it was several storeys high and so crooked it looked as though it was held up by magic (which it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on the top of the red roof. A lop-sided sign stck in the ground near the entrance read "The Burrow".
| 1 | 1 | on Oct 1, 2008, 10:31pm
by ginnyweasley
in Hanging Out |
| No. 12 Grimmauld Place
A battered door appeared out of nowhere between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed swiftly by dirty walls and grimy windows. It was as though an extra house had inflated, pushing those on eiter side out of its way.
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| Malfoy Manor
A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the diamond-paned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge, a fountain was playing.
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| Riddle House
It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied.
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| Shell Cottage
Bill and Fleur's cottage stood alone on a cliff overlooking the sea, its walls embedded with shells and whitewashed. It was a lonely and beautiful place. Whether inside the tiny cottage or in its garden, you could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.
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