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a month had passed,

louis had grown accustomed quite fast.

he was silent,

not at all violent.

he was still shy,

never meeting that high.

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harry would often wonder,

where was this boys thunder?

he would never talk,

just stare like a hawk.

but he never asked,

because the boy always wore a mask.

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but as time went along,

they became strong.

louis came out of his shell,

as if it was a spell.

and when louis first talked,

harry was quite stocked.

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