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I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, Pansy and Neville, tangled in love and loss. She’s already gone, just a ghost beside him now, whispering the last thing she ever said.
This one hurt to draw 🥲
I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, Pansy and Neville, tangled in love and loss. She’s already gone, just a ghost beside him now, whispering the last thing she ever said.
This one hurt to draw 🥲