𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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"My darling, I could hardly focus when I first met you..."

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When Eleonora looks up from studying her potions textbook, she is staring again. A cheeky grin grows on Narcissa's face as she leans back in her chair at the table on the other side of the library.

Eleonora looks back down, huffing as she brushes off whatever swam through her head.

Narcissa Black. Looking at her--the smug grin and single eyebrow arched as her arms crossed over her chest.

Unable to focus, Eleonora looks up again, giving her a hesitant glance. She's returned a patronizing smile and a sarcastic wave. And that was that.

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