the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived,
cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix