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Bill Gresens’ Archaeology Book Review for February 2025

Nunca sabes cómo ha pasado el tiempo hasta que te das cuenta que tus memorias ya son de años atrás, buenos momentos que ya quedaron en el pasado, anhelos por volver a sentir esas emociones que nunca volverán...

He wasn’t entirely certain how he had ended up here - he hadn’t technically been invited, but there was a friend from his old dorm at the door, and so here he was. Sirius couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to get out of that house, away from the Order, if only for a night. He was tired of talking about the same things, over and over, with no resolution. He was getting anxious and restless, and he had simply left, and now he was here, at someone’s party he didn’t know. A big improvement. He had swiped a drink straight away, and for the past few minutes he’d been staring at a dark haired girl that looked vaguely familiar. “So - do you know why we’re all here? Because I’m starting to get suspicious and I really don’t need to end up in like, a cult, or something.”