Annabella Ariana Grindelwald, daughter of the Criminal Gellert Grindelwald, and traitor Queenie Goldstein.
Age 17, eyes the color of the deepest purple, and hair white as snow.
But with all that beauty came equal amount of pain.
Anna spent five and...
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"She was a princess with the strength of a warrior."
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Great Hall.
"You look refreshed." Dorcas says, biting into an apple.
Anna chuckles, placing her bag down as she sits besides her, grabbing a few grapes from her plate. "I do feel a lot better, I got cleaned up in the bathroom." Anna says "glad to hear it." Dorcas says
Anna smiles.
"Hey Anna, can you play an instrument." James ask
Anna looks up. "Yeah, a bit, but pretty basic." Anna says "what do you play." Alice ask
"The piano." Anna says "wow, you do have it all down." Mary says with a teasing grin. Anna's eyebrows furrow in curiosity. "What do you mean."
Anna leans closer with a tilted head.
Marlene also leans forward with a grin. "Your aesthetic, it's pure princess. Your skin is perfectly pale, your smile seems to be sculpted by angels and you play the bloody piano." Marlene says
"I don't have an aesthetic." Anna says with a small nervous laugh, "well that's not true, you did say you dance ballet." Dorcas points out, shrugging.
"Oooh so that means you're extra bendy, perfect." A boy leers, coming up from behind Anna. His eyes dark and filled with malicious intent.
"Eww gross." The girls shout
Anna cringes. "Watch it Barty, or I'll be seeing you after school." James sneers, standing in Anna's defence.
"Oh princess here wouldn't mind me going a few rounds with her. Don't you Belle." Barty croons
Anna stiffens significantly at the gross use of her favoured nickname.
Soon Sirius and Remus stand in anger, their cutlery shaking as they knock against the table. "Back off snake." Sirius hisses, his hands slamming onto the table as he leans forward with a snarl on his lips.
"Or what." Barty laughs, placing a hand on Anna's shoulder, his nails digging in her collared shirt.
Suddenly there was a shout and a thump. Anna stood above a crippled Barty Crouch Jr. her fist raised, eyes filled with rage and disgust. Her chest rose and fell, a snarl curled at her flushed lips.
