Chapter 88

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Her heart ached, and her eyes lowered in fear as she darted exterior her bedroom window, her eyes saturating the moment she saw lifeless blossoms scattered across the grassland floors

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Her heart ached, and her eyes lowered in fear as she darted exterior her bedroom window, her eyes saturating the moment she saw lifeless blossoms scattered across the grassland floors. Everything had to go awry, did it? Not once something proceeded to how she desired. Today was her 'birthday' and here she was all sole and solitary.
Like always.
Pandora's heart twisted in agony and anxiety as she remembered her last encounter with Lucius and Dumbledore.

She had to keep it a secret from Tom.

Even though Lucius harmed her in the worst way possible, she knew what Tom was capable of and that surged fear inside Pandora-like no other.
She sauntered towards the balcony and looked outside the dead, soulless countryside. The whistling wind gushed through her as she rushed over to her handbag and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it up with a lighter.
She had come over to one of the Malfoy manors in far England away from home. After all, she wasn't accepted anymore. Pandora ambled towards inside the room and ricocheted at this parchment paper sticking out of her cloak's satchel. Her eyes pierced into it as she scurried to it and snatched it.

It was a note from 'Ben'.

She questioned her sanity for a moment, why on earth would she leave to encounter this pitiable excuse of a man that she had met in an orphanage all those years heretofore? Pandora sauntered over to the compartment of drawers and sideboards to nab the vintage watch she had gotten from Borgin and Burkes from Knockturnal Alley.
It was 9:43 am.
She walked outside the bedroom door and went through the dark, lifeless corridors, dust dancing around her as the descendants of The Malfoys glared at her in revulsion and atrocity. Pandora thought about everything going on in that disarrayed life of hers. She was 16 today, commonly those at the age of 16 came home to sweet melodies of laughter and bliss with the gifts of gods and divinities. But she? Never came home to divinities and bliss. Why?

That was a question she'll never know.





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Short chapter bc I dont feel very well 🥲

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Melissa

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