𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 | h. potter

"Don't fucking touch me," she snarled, and turned her eye on the woman who had tried to grab her. The lanterns flickering above their heads shattered and the light snuffed out as a chill tore through the alley. She instantly backed away, signalling to the third woman to do the same. "Alright, love, we meant no 'arm!"...