Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him. He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free! He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, Tink is freeeeee!Ren looked at me. What the actual f**k?I sighed. He's obsessed with Harry Potter. I'm sorry.Tink darted back into the room, holding the scarf to his bare chest. There is no reason to apologize when it comes to Harry Potter.You do remember what happened to Dobby, right? I said.S**t. Tink's eyes widened and he dropped the scarf.
~ Jennifer L. Armentrout
