There once was a girl.
She was sweet like a baby.
But you fucked her up.
Made her think she was crazy.
I'm that girl.
But I look different lately.
Cos now I'm a monster.
The monster you made me.
- Chloe Adams.
Magical Luck has changed, Magical Luck...
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If there's something strange. In your neighborhood. Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If there's something weird. And it don't look good. Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!
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With her arm wrapped tightly, so that it gave the illusion that she was still injured and not fully healed, Rosalie walked into the Great Hall, but before doing so she had decided she needed to speak with Tom, she misses him, after all he can't respond with words now, like they used to when his soul was attached to her magical core, their chats could go on for hours, but, they had figured he could project feelings, and that slightly helped them when they would have deep conversations. She had spent so much time with him, that she just knew what he was saying, and how he was saying.
She did have to remind him on occasion that he needed to calm his thoughts. He would start thinking about the love he has for her. Although cute she has to remind him, she is thirteen and wouldn't be able to do that sort of stuff till she's older. He was never happy with that but always understood her words. Murderer he is pedophile he is not. It was just hard with the soulmate bond, especially since they weren't actually near each other.
As she went into the Great Hall a hush fell over all of them. She sighed softly, already hating the eyes on her, until she noticed the twins standing with their arms crossed, the two stalked towards her as she waited patiently, and that was how she came to have the twins glaring down at her. In that moment she felt the need to run but, she is a Mikaelson she's a damn Tribrid and can't be killed.
So, she held her head high as the twins stood in front of her, their eyes were reflecting the emotions they were clearly holding back, one being their fear. "Please don't ever do that again!" The twins shouted and Rosalie nodded, agreeing.
George grabbed her in a hug and whispered. "We know you can heal and can't be killed easily but we worry, and we don't want to see you hurt." He whispered. Rosalie nodded mutely as Fred hugged her as well.
