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"He smelt like a rebellion
and tasted like a home she never had,"
A Fred Weasley fan fiction
-The Order Of The Phoenix-
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Vera Vesper patted concealer delicately over the smeared mascara on her face after letting a few tears of rage escape from her eyes.
Ignoring the water laying in a puddle from around the smashed vase to her left, she smiled at her new fresh look with a glint of power in her eyes. Her gaze flickering back and forth from notes stuck up on the mirror around her, some full of her mothers words on appearance, some full of Snape's on potions, McGonagall's on transfiguration, along with other professors advise on various subjects.
After staring at the reflection back at her until she felt ready, she took a deep breath and was soon traveling down the steps from the Vesper manor. Although only spending the last week of Summer at the manor, she felt relief turning her back to it.
Her mothers warning that played as a goodbye bounced around her head again and again. 'Don't disappoint me', she had said, her gaze stuck on this mornings edition of the Daily Prophet as Vera reminded her of her departure to Hogwarts.
Vera lips slowly tugged into a smirk, she never disappointed.
