Cyr-frey - Commander Donald Morgan.

Perhaps once I have graduated with an English degree I will have it in me to finish a fic that is longer than 1 chapter.

Morgan: I just want two things. Tea, and some goddamn peace and quiet.

That one part from Charlottes Web that says "Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice." Reminds me of Morgan.

puts a bow in his hair and grabs his face to apply lipgloss and sends him to war and he kills 10,000 men

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**Harry turns around and Morgan is standing there**

Harry: Okay, go ahead and insult me like you always do.

Morgan: No. Too easy. When you least expect it. 

**Later**

Harry: Well?

Morgan: Not yet. But soon. *cracks knuckles* Very soon.

**Even later**

Morgan: You’re stupid.

Harry: …that’s it?

Morgan: Give it time. It’ll eat at ya.

**Much later**

Harry: …am I stupid?

Molly: *nods* Yeah. Little bit. 

Harry: *thinking* Damn him.

Morgan: I swear, Dresden, one more wisecrack out of you… Harry: Verbal threat! Threatening! I’m being threatened!

Anastasia: You’re smiling, did something happen?

Morgan: Can’t I just smile because I feel like it?

Carlos: Harry tripped and fell in the parking lot.