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The Worst Daughter
“You’ll be moving to England to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” A wheezy voice said which belonged to a thin witch in the opposite corner. The words were followed by an awkward silence. I couldn’t believe I had heard right.
Letters And Blood
Tears started in my eyes too when I thought of not sharing a dorm with my best friends, Melly, Emily Hallen, and Jennifer Ladon. We would always stay up on Friday nights talking nonsense and copying each others homework. I loved them so much. I couldn’t stand the ache in my heart. I quickly replied to Melly’s letter.
“And you Miss?” the man asked me. My stomach already felt full of nervous butterflies, although I was hungry since I hadn’t eaten at all last night.
Meeting Tom Riddle
“This is Isabelle Ivory, but she would like to be called Belle. She’s from America and attended Salemandra School of Witches and Warlocks. Beyond that, please do not question her about.” Tom said in a strong voice. And you will not believe this, THEY ACTUALLY LISTENED TO HIM!
“…and it’s highly doubtful she’s even a pureblood. She’s a foreigner, she could be lying.” Rebecca said, vehemently.
"...and that's what horcruxes are. Someone could grow immortal like that." Tom was saying.
“Mind yourselves now. Don’t want to hear trouble.” The man said. Tom put on an innocent smile.
“TOM?! YOU KILLED HER?!” I screamed, beginning to cry. It was true I hated Rebecca, but no one deserved death.
“Is this why you didn’t want me to get expelled?” I asked.
The Secret Tale
“I’m a half breed!” She started to cry, and glared at me. “My mum was a pureblood and decided to elope with a French werewolf. When my dads, the werewolf, friends found out he’d betrayed them, they killed him. My mum came back to England and gave birth to me, and told everyone she had married a French pureblood but he had died from a serious illness. Then she went off and married a pureblooded man named Abraxas Malfoy and had his kids.”
The Black Envelope
“Oh it’s no problem dear.” She said gently. “But take it easy. That wasn’t a normal headache. It was more of a hormone ache. See, we wizards and witch’s have a special hormone that acts rather dangerously when something’s about to happen that might change the person we are inside. It’s just one of the many things that separates us from muggles.”
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