Hazel and Holly — Fastened Friendship
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Tum toddled down to the common room as Holly trailed after him. Hawthorn sat at a table, sipping some wine, and Tum clambered onto an empty chair beside him.
“Of all the empty tables,” Hawthorn said, “you have to sit right there? Go find somewhere else.”
“It’s rude to let someone sit alone, you know. Tum’s nothing if not polite.”
“Oh, I can think of a few things that Tum is.” Continue reading