Originally posted on 30 July 2016.

Part 1 Over here
Part 2: You are here
Part 3: Over there

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Mr. Kala stood there for a good few minutes taking photographs. The green screen meant that Harry was going to end up being photoshopped into some fantastic far-off place. Once he had finished making Harry do poses for the camera, he poked his head up and simply said:

"Excellent! Such breathtaking pride!"

Harry didn't quite know what to make of it. This probably approval probably meant he was quite pleased, which in turn made Mr. Kala less likely to tire of him and let him go.

"Now, come right this way," Mr. Kala said. "It's time t-"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence before Harry made a dash for it, having peaked over Mr. Kala's shoulder to see what he was pointing at, sending his bottled up embarrassment over the edge.

Having struggled to escape even without the restrictions placed upon him now; Harry predictably didn't make it far. 4 steps, to be exact. He held his arms out to try and steady himself, but he still ended up slamming his face into the hard wooden floor. Dazed for a moment, he looked back to see Mr. Kala kneeling behind him, wearing an amused grin on his face.

"I thought you would know better by now. Maybe after we're done?" He said, peaking over to the open crate in the corner.

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Man, this took ages. flippin' ages! Maybe I would have been better without the intermission sequence; but screw it, it adds much needed story to what would otherwise be completely non contextualized.

Ankles are great. Take a moment to just look at them, appreciate their beauty and function; their simple charms. Coz that's what Harry is going to be doing a lot of when he finally gets away...