atychiphobia-the extreme fear of failure.
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It's not in Tom riddle's nature to care for anyone.
In fact, he doubts he's ever truly cared for someone at all in the entire 16 years he's been alive.
He's also never held any interest towards the oppos...
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chapter one—laura & rose
A RUMBLING ECHOES through the streets of Finchley as rain pounds against the cobblestone streets, hitting it constantly and quickly. Almost all of the houses on the small cul-de-sac with their curtains shut, as if they hoped doing this would block out the horrendous storm occurring outside. One house however, has a pair of their curtains wide open as the outline of a girl sits on the window ledge, staring out and smiling slightly, watching the rain ricochet off the ground.
Her hair braided down her head and reaching the middle of her back, her eyes a deep hazel colour so intense that most avoided eye contact for too long, fearful of her eyes mesmerising them as they do to everyone. A large book lay open in her lap, waiting to be read, wanting to be acknowledged, the words temping her every time her eyes flicker down to them yet she keeps those enchanting hazel eyes on the night sky, afraid of missing the magnificent flash of lightening she'd caught sight of a few minutes earlier.
If the clouds where not covering the sky completely, the moon would be whole between countless stars speckled across the canvas that they call the night sky.
Avalyn Feathers has rarely ever been attracted to anyone. Sure, she'd thought a few boys were handsome, yet she had decided to take her Aunt's advice and focus on her schooling whilst she is offered the education other people would kill for.
Despite her good girl facade she also has — as her cousin would say — a tongue sharper than a blade. For a girl who grew up in the 1930's, she is rather outspoken and rude towards the 'more powerful' and opposite sex. She feels herself shudder at the very though, more powerful, what a load of rubbish.
She sighs, slamming closed the leather back book and strolling over to one of the few bookcases in her bedroom, slipping the book into the gape between the various novels, that sticks out like a missing front tooth.
Being a sixteen year old witch in 1941 isn't as easy as it may seem, considering everything going on with the muggle war — stupid. She often thinks about mass muggle conflicts — such as this Second World War — and realises that in all honesty, muggles are rather stupid, causing major damage over simple concepts like religion, in her opinion it should be a: 'don't like it, leave it alone' sort of thing. But no, muggles cause wars.
Of course, the muggles she lives with agree with her, her Aunt Laura actually works at a small hospital a few streets away as a nurse, helping out with the war effort whilst her cousin — Rose — attends an all girls school on the main road.
Laura had took seven year old Avalyn into her home when her father had passed away from alcoholism, her mother had died in childbirth, leaving her father heartbroken and desperate to feel something. And that's when he started drinking harsh whiskey and became violent towards Avalyn who was usually left to place a feather pillow beneath his head when she emerged from her bedroom to find him unconscious on their cold wooden floor. It was both a relief and a heartbreak when her father passed, he might've been a terrible Dad, but he was still her Dad.
