Written for lj

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Antonin Dolohov hated Spring.

He hated how the flowers were always in bloom. Flowers you could give to your lover but he couldn't because his wife was murdered by some filthy muggle.

He loathed the spring sun because it brought out the lovers who walked hand in hand when all he held was his wand.

Well, at least he killed them together.

He was smug when he defiled a rainy night with his initiation. Turning his life over to a man who dangled promises that shined as bright as the diamond ring he had for her.

Yeah, Antonin Dolohov hated spring.