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Freedom Eileen Snape was a perfect mixture of her parents. Her black hair was not inky like her father's, but as soft and silky as her mother's was and pulled back in an elsatic. Her almond shaped eyes were black, though kind and adventurous, with a slightly hooked nose. She was quite short, but not too short, and her height went perfectly with her petite body. A dark blush was spreading across her cheeks as she stood there, hands behind her back.
Meeting Granger and Weasley
"Who is she?" a voice whispered somewhere above me. I groaned and tried to sit up, my eyes sore after so much crying. I looked up and saw a girl with bushy brown hair and matching brown eyes staring at me, concerned. Next to her stood a slightly younger girl with long red hair and freckles on her face, looking curious.
Of Young Love and Petty Jealousy
"Freedom," he whispered hoarsely against my lips. "This isn't how it's supposed to be."
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