Love, sorrow, pain; how clever, how utterly hollow and cold. In that case, there is all the more reason to leave her alone. A dull-edged knife of loss cut through her. I never expected this to happen.
Always the comparison with her perfect mother that needled straight through her heart. Were they aware of anything? Pasted on the edge of eternity, did they still hunger for blood and l They seek eagerly the clouded nightmares and the daydreams that our bite can bring. What was he doing at Fleur's party, anyway? I can't think what possessed Father… she trailed off.
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