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Chapter Seventy-Six:
𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐀 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

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❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰...𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐃...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚— ❞

─────𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫





















"You're an actually psychopath!"

"Okay, little Ms Goes-On-Killing-Spree-Because-She-Was-Bored!"

"They killed Marls!"

"And you were annoying me!"

"So you throw a fucking knife!"

"You're dead!"

"I'm still bleeding!"

"That's a you problem."

"Who is she arguing with?" Lee looked over at his partner with a very confused look. Antonio just shook his head with a sigh, handing him a flask with no alcohol in it.

"I wouldn't even try if I were you."

Accalia had "woken back up" a day before they were to head back to Hogwarts. She explained everything the best she could, but even then her entire family was confused.

Dorcas was an odd adjustment to her life since she would disappear and appear whenever she felt like it, but Accalia kinda liked her. She was confident and truly couldn't care about anyone else's opinion. She was free spirited and Accalia was pretty sure Sierra and her siblings were already regretting putting Dorcas in charge of her. Accalia especially enjoyed the fact that if she focused hard enough, she could throw a pillow at Dorcas and it would actually hurt her.

Although Dorcas would never admit it, Accalia was starting to grow on her, like a pesky headache you can't seem to get rid of but learn to live with. There were definitely a lot worst people she could be stuck with, and despite everything, Accalia truly was an entertaining kid.

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞¹                -𝖍. 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗Where stories live. Discover now