Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
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Odette Viotto-
You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control. - Megan Chance, The Spiritualist
It was decided. Seeing as Odette Viotto had such a desire to flee, she would remain in the Leaky Cauldron whilst Zion and the Malfoy boy journeyed north in search of Aegro— with the pub owner, Tom, keeping an eye out for a girl with dark hair leaving the building on behalf of a pretty penny bribed by Zion.
The girl didn't know what do to with her time, sat wastefully in her cheap hotel room listening to the sound of muggle trains passing through, shaking the floor so hard that the chipped ceiling plaster would pepper onto her bed like powdery snow.
It was like watching paint dry, twiddling her thumbs out of pure boredom.
The boys had only been gone for a day and a half, having to journey by train and any other muggle transport up to Scotland as they hadn't a clue where Aegro exactly was. Zion had told Odette that if they hadn't found the wizard in four days then they'd give up and return to London— before he left, he begged her not to run, saying he couldn't endure any more heartbreak... so she didn't.
She remained within the confined walls of the Leaky Cauldron, twiddling her thumbs after finishing reading all the books she had.
Zion had paid for every new release of the Daily Prophet to be delivered to her room, todays had something rather interesting on its "Newly recorded deaths" page.
