Well, yesterday I reached 30k (i’m 5k ahead of schedule). I’ve written Darcy, I’ve written Anthony, and now I’ve written Harry. It seems like we’re going to have a NaNo novel from the gentlemen’s point of view. Here’s a clip from Day 14. The “he” is Harry. He’s talking to my OFC Faye Dunbar (remember Of Princes and Fireflies, anyone?) about Eloise Bridgerton.
When he reached Gryffindor tower, he found Dunbar painting her nails bright pink. After she blew on them with what was clearly magical breath, she came and found him, sitting beside him in front of the fire. “Did you find her?” she asked.
“Looking for gossip, Dunbar?” he asked.
“You’re smiling. It must have gone well,” she noticed.
“Well,” he told he, looking up from his textbook. “I carried her bag for her back to Ravenclaw’s tower.”
Dunbar’s eyes widened. “Eloise Bridgerton let you?”
Harry just looked away. “She didn’t let me. I rather insisted.”
Dunbar patted his should. “Bridgerton isn’t going to know what hit her,” she murmured before leaving.
And it was true. Bridgerton wasn’t going to know what hit her. Harry had started a military campaign and he would follow her into the Muggle world if necessary. He had won his last military campaign against Voldemort. It had taken him six years, but he had won. Surely, he would win this won faster. Surely.
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