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National Hysteria, a final warning
She's heading northwards as the crow flies,
But I still love you,
I bloody well love you
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I C One Female; Black Box Recorder.
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IT LOOKED LIKE AN ordinary sink. Olive, with her hair tied up in an excruciatingly tight ponytail, examined every inch of it, inside and out, including the pipes below. It had taken precisely six elastic hair bands and thirteen hairpins to keep it all together. Of course she had to add on more to keep stubborn curls from falling down into her face. Her emerald green eyes scanned the chalky surface with determination. And then she saw it: Scratched on the side of one of the copper taps was a tiny snake.

Olive traced the marking slowly with the tip of her pointy finger. A widespread smirk on her lips. She straightened her stance and stepped away from the sink slowly, counting her steps silently in her head.

There was something about it. The markings and personal objects of Salazar Slytherin are within the castle always oozed a weak but ancient kind of magic.

Magic was to many so holy good and evil, dark and light. Even Lily, her twin sister and the mother of the chosen one thought so. The red, silky-haired girl with emerald green eyes and a beautiful smile was one of the thousands with the thought that dark magic was not to be meddled with because it required deeper sacrifices than just mere bodily energy. It sometimes required blood or a sacrifice. She could understand how to some — it seemed barbaric. . . But to Olive, that type of magic was just as common as "regular magic". To her, Magic as a whole was so much more than herself. It was everywhere. In the trees, the grass, the earth and the water. She had seen it when she helped that injured unicorn. It wasn't magic she could manipulate, no, it was Mother Earth.

She could see the potential of all kinds of human magic, and how it could help with so many things. Especially for muggles, who were still very behind in the medical department. She didn't really understand the need to hide the healing side of magic. . . maybe they could teach it to certain muggles, or wizards and witches could discreetly infiltrate hospitals to help people. Instead of stitching up a wound, simply heal it with a potion or a spell.

Or maybe they would be too obvious.

Muggles would probably overreact if that was to ever happen. She could already see the bold headlines and panicked news-reports, 'REAL WITCHES AND WIZARDS! MAGIC IS REAL, BEWARE!'

Olive found herself thinking of her future.

It was funny, really. She didn't even know if she was going to make it to twenty, so why was she making all sort of preparations in her head for what she could do for both worlds.

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