no one could move from iowa to los angeles and not believe in magic.
for elijah, though, transitions always impressed upon him the fleeting
nature of the magical, moments of smooth intensity descending into
clumsiness before twinkling and winking out. he'd felt that way about
dom, all those months ago, in each stolen kiss. london wasn't the same
without dom, but it still had its pubs, and now it had its own renewed
magic: elijah was sharing a pint with harry potter, whose cool green
eyes were nothing like billy's and whose smile erased all memories of
nights spent with dom.