I’m going to die. And I don’t mean that in a dramatic-teenager-my-life-is-over type of way, I mean they are actually going to kill me. I’m currently wandless, sealed inside the castle, and hiding for my bloody life. Anyways, doing well otherwise. Albus Potter is here, and he is fit, so I suppose that’s a plus.
Okay, I best be off- murderers after me and all.
Your loving sister,
A dark comedy about a twisted, blood-soaked holiday break complete with poorly timed flirting, inconvenient snogging, and annoying interruptions.
Taralyn grew up in the Room of Requirement. She's the girl in the walls, more of a resident at Hogwarts than any other student. Now, she's determined to find out who her mother really was, why the woman raised her at the castle, and why she mysteriously disappeared without a trace.
Which would be easier to investigate, of course, if she didn’t also have to deal with her best friend's dating drama, demanding Quidditch practices, Scorpius and Rose’s denial, and Albus Potter thinking he’s some sort of snogging god.
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