"Does it bother you?" Harry asked randomly as they walked away from the thestrals and on the bumpy path up the castle gates. He had his head shifted slightly to the left to see his friends face.
"That?" Calypso hummed. Looking straight ahead.
"Your...y'know, dad is dead?"
Harry could see a flicker of emotion shading her eyes but it disappeared almost instantly and she shrugged as if it doesn't bother her a bit.
"No, I mean, you're closer to him." The girl simply said. "I don't feel a single ounce of sympathy. I am sorry."
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𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐
The sun shone brightly outside, seeping through the curtain that covered the balcony window. The occupant of the room was seen laying on her bed with soft snores. Then all of a sudden, from above our favorite anti-social social child, her ward appeared with mischievous intentions. Malacus shrunk himself to four feet long, stretched his wings, and began descending to his master.
Calypso immediately knew she was being crushed by her golden retriever cross breed of a dragon; her slate-grey eyes snapped open to see identical ones staring at her. She looked down at the mischievous anomaly and narrowed her eyes. Malacus snuggled closer to her chest content in place.
