You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.
flower gleam and glow, let your powers shine. make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt, change the fates' design. save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine...
MURDERED. The writing continued until the driver's side glass was clear, entirely swept clean by an invisible finger, until there were so many words that none of them could be read. Until it was only a window into an empty car with the memory of a burger on the passenger seat. "Noah," Gansey said, “I'm so sorry." Blue wiped away a tear. "Me too." Stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car, Ronan pressed his fingers to the windshield, and while they watched, he wrote:
Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better.