Title: A Twilight Wooing
Prompt: Here we lived and fed . . . not minding the little space, trod on each other like birds in a hole, elbowed our ways without spite, all talking at once or silent at once . . . but never I think feeling overcrowded, being as separate as notes in a scale.
~ Laurie Lee, Cider with Rosie
Disclaimer: They belong to JKR. I’m just borrowing them.
( In Which Fleur Delacour Takes Charge… )