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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There are two reasons I was scared to let people in; the damage they could do, and the damage they could find.
- Chris Mc Geown
They were grey. Their clothes, their hair, their skin... everything about their forms were devoid of any pigment.
The room was ice cold, biting frost marks onto Odette's pallid skin. There were no windows, no doors— just a single white sofa in the centre of the room, three figures occupying the space, each of their faces as void of emotions as the other.
Zalder, Avalon and Odelia Viotto all sat dispassionately in a row, their hands clasped politely on their laps, their lips curved into a small ghost of a smile.
They each rose in unison, their hands falling lifelessly by their sides.
Before Odette could comprehend anything that was happening— in a simple blink of an eye— they were stood mere inches from her face.
"This is all your fault!" they each seethed through tightly gritted, rotten teeth. "This is the consequence of your negligence!"
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Odette hadn't had a good nights sleep in what felt like months, she was constantly waking up in the dead of night after another disconcerting dream, each one containing a erringly warning.
The sun hadn't even risen as she woke again today, leaving the musty room within the Leaky Cauldron in a thick blanket of darkness, the only light from distant skyscrapers in the city centre of London.
Odette wiped her face with a sweaty palm, sitting up to toss her legs over the side of the bed— finding solace in the way the cold wooden floor sent chills over her torrid body. Glancing behind her, she watched as Pansy's chest softly rose and fall with each even breath she took. She was asleep.
