!! (MOST LIKELY) DISCONTINUED !!
FIRE ON FIRE,
You are perfection, my only direction. It's fire on fire.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived and Rowan Parker, the girl who lived go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry together.
or...
In which t...
"Lumos Maxima." Rowan hushly whispered as she sat up in her bed, her blanket over her as she was trying to do a light spell from her book of magic. "Lumos Maxima." It glowed briefly before she heard footsteps, making the girl uncover herself and fall back into her bed, relaxed with her eyes shut.
Her uncle opened the door and turned on the light, seeing how she was sleeping, making him turn it back off before walking out. Rowan opened her eyes and sat back up, tossing her covers back over her head.
"Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima." She repeated. "Lumos Maxima!" The light glowed brightly, her eyes squinting before she fell back again, her door opening as the same thing happened, but she got away with it again.
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"Rowan. Rowan. Rowan, open the door." Rowan was dressed a bit nicely at the orders of her guardians as she opened the door, a woman walking in as she handed her an umbrella with a dog following her, her uncle following in.
"Uncle Walter, I need you to sign this form." Rowan told him as he took off his jacket.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Nothing. School stuff." She brushes off.
"Later perhaps, if you behave." He says as he walked off making her follow.
"I will if she does." She murmurs under her breath. Honestly, the last year has been a bit better. Especially with the fact she threatened using her powers. Harry and Rowan were still the best of friends, and nothing could get in the way of that. She's still wondered about the whole animal turning thing since it's only happened once, but didn't mind. It was weird walking on her feet after being on all fours.
"Oh, you're still here, are you?" The woman who shared her mutual feelings of hatred looked at her.
"Yes." She said as if it was obvious.
"Don't say yes in that ungrateful way." She sneers. "Damn good of my brother to keep you. She'd have been straight to an orphanage if she'd been dumped on my doorstep." She rants before turning her attention to Bernard, but Rowan couldn't care. Rolling her eyes, she just ignored her.
"Take Marge's suitcase upstairs." Walter instructs, causing her to nod as she walked out, going to do so.
Rowan stood in the kitchen now as she served them all their plates, even taking away their plates when they were finished with them. She just walked around, bending down as she took the plate from her dog, walking back into the kitchen as she went to wash them, but looked up as she watched her talk to her dog in a baby voice before looking up at the girl.
"What are you smirking at?" Marge asked. Rowan just shrugged, looking a way from her. "Where did you send the girl, Walter?"
"St. Brutus'. It's a fine institution for hopeless cases." He answers.
"Do they use a cane at St. Brutus', girl?" Rowan looked up, seeing Marge was staring at her as she glanced at her uncle who raised his brows. A small smile came onto her face.
