And in that same moment, she realized that her own spark of hope had been extinguished as well, the cruel boot of fate snuffing it out as if it was a lit match, delicate and flickering.
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“Dai? What does disruptive influence mean?” Tatty questioned.
To her, it had become second nature; drawing the arrow from her quiver, notching it, aiming, and then letting it loose.
If she was going to break her friend’s heart, she was going to do it herself, not let time take care of it.
No one expected the Head Girl to be part of the biggest candy gang ring in all of Hogwarts, but then again, there were few that knew what she was capable of when it came to chocolate.
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