I just had one of those horrible moments of self-realisation...

In Dry My Tears, Harry has multicoloured, form-changing wrist and ankle cuffs with pretty jewels and sometimes filigree which change on a day-to-day basis depending on the whims of his captor.





............


Could I BE any more of a 13-year-old!?


Also, why the HELL would Voldemort care what colour the cuffs are? Huh? WHY THE HELL?

Man there is so much stuff I want to retcon in that bloody story. Anyway, that is all I have to say. Other than the doctor says it's not meningitis but we're double-checking for glandular fever, otherwise it's just a freaky flu and I have to rest until Monday. *snuggles deeper into bed*