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|Ch. #||Chapter Title||Word Count||Reviews|
I: Sunflower Oil
You held out your hand to me, quavering and blinking. “I’m – I’m Lucius. Lucius Malfoy.”
“But are you ready to be married?”
III: Tea Roses
She wove one hand through her matted hair and laughed in my library, told me about stories of her own boredom as a housewife and how she had started learning new spells to make the time pass.
IV: In the Wind
"There's one tragedy in every family."
V: Deep Roots
“We what? We run? Where would we even go, Lucius?”
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