Aug 13
Excerpt from To You, From James
At one point, he swears he walks right through it. He’d been shuffling around in his pajamas and slippers, eyes bleary after yet another sleepless night, when he felt it upon walking past the mirror. It was a frigid, awful feeling, like diving into a freezing lake after being in the sun all day. It is a cold that sits deep within him, and lingers in his bones long after the summer sun rises in the sky. This cold is different from the cold which the ghosts at Hogwarts inhibited. This cold is alive—it is an extension of the being that haunts his summer, it is ardent in its frigidity. It is so nearly alive.
