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Her hair fell in front of her eyes, momentarily obscuring her vision. She hated her hair. The infamous Weasley hair.
Souks and Surprises
Crowds of people were converging to one focal point. Even though they were united in their aims, their appearances couldn’t be any more different.
The Tale of Acanthus
“There once was an ancient city, Acanthus, which was famed for its temple of Osiris,” Rashidi said in near perfect English.
Before the Storm
“You won’t find them here, Scorpius Malfoy,” the voice said. “That would ruin the fun.”
She tried to figure out how many voices she heard and which voice belonged to each person but everything had formed a kaleidoscope. The past, the present, the future. Which one was which now?
Her fingers traced the lines of wicker woven into the chair, it was never ending.
They were moving now, setting up camp elsewhere, so perhaps that would lead to her anywhere.
Plans and Preparations
Kneeling down and smelling it, the man gave an approving nod. The next batch of the potion was ready.
“It was a hard battle to get this, you know. A local family, I can’t remember the name, nothing too worthy, were attempting to bid higher for it than me. Luckily good old David and Charlotte helped fund this part of the mission.”
Hardly believing that she had even made it here, Rose promptly burst into tears.
Motes of History
Rose strolled around the ancient streets, breathing in the old motes of history. Small pebbles and stones littered the dirt path, causing an unpleasant crunching sound beneath her feet.
The more she looked, the more she found. As if they were waiting for her.
“Rose!” Scorpius cried out, willing his lungs on to exert as much as possible out of them.
Scorpius was fast becoming an expert on how to handle guises and establish his own. He was becoming a true Malfoy.
A Sign of Treachery
“Stupefy!” a voice behind Rose cried out and before she could try and figure where the bones had gone, her head banged onto the floor with a sickly crack.
Death, the Spectre
“Let’s go. Be ready to fight from the sounds of it. This won’t be pleasant, but we’ll do it together,” Anthony cried, wand held high in his arm, face as stern as steel.
The Web Thickens
“George?” Anthony asked, sounding aghast. “Our George? Why would we have any reason to be suspicious of him?”
Of Final Thoughts
Perhaps he knew something, something bigger, more frightful than what had already happened.
The Fatal Flaw
She had to run, get out, save herself. Grabbing hold of Edward’s body, she did exactly that.
It would be for the best. They would see one another eventually. He was certain of it.
The Last Loss
Scorpius waited patiently for her and they were together again so she would do the same for him.
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