Drain Unblocking Wellington | __hot__

Harry grinned, paid for his dumplings (Moira refused the money), and headed back out into the wind. In Wellington, the drains never sleep. And neither did he.

Moira nearly hugged him. “Harry, you’re a miracle worker! How can I thank you?” drain unblocking wellington

“Ah,” Harry said, stroking his chin. “The old Glove of Doom.” Harry grinned, paid for his dumplings (Moira refused