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The Sacred Eight
Apparently, by the end of fifth year, he'd already made his way through the entirety of the 'fit list' that's scrawled across one of the cubicle doors in Myrtle's bathrooms much to her disdain.
Hate At First Sight
The way he spoke unnerved me, like he already had you coiled up in the palm of his hand, willing to do anything he asked without a seconds hesitation.
When your mother has already created a list of potential husbands for you before your seventh birthday it's hard to see the point in relationships.
of cauldrons and conundrums
“It is not your talent that renders me speechless Potter, it's your delusional ignorance.”
He couldn’t save me.
a vague hint of spice
He smiled down at me.
blonde hair and bitterness
It was something that had always been, and therefore always would be.
Until it wasn't.
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