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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"You can count on me like one, two, three I'll be there And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two And you'll be there 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah"
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Another week had passed, the castle was dusted in pure white snow. It was mesmerizing to watching as the fluffy snow fell from the clouds, coating this ancient castle. But Rosalie, could not enjoy the snow, framed in the window, she stares out, looking forlorn. She watches as a ragged line of students follows McGonagall toward the bridge. Heading to Hogsmeade, she was annoyed, once again her permission slip was denied, she didn't understand why... she had proven to McGonagall that she had a new guardian looking after her. But no... Dumbledore was still the King... it pissed her off.
Her hand smashed the glass in front of her as she decided, no one was stopping her. So not wanting to miss another chance Rosalie turns, a determined look in her eyes. She throws on the invisibility cloak. She rushes out of the castle, keeping silent, the only thing odd was her footprints appearing in the snow, moving quickly to join the other students. When suddenly, Fred and George appear, heading the opposite way and... now her footprints reverse themselves... the two now escorting her away from her destination.
"Clever, Rosalie." Fred said.
"But not clever enough." George continued.
"Besides, we've got a better way." Fred finished as they dragged her inside a quiet room. The invisibility cloak drops, and Rosalie is revealed, looking cross, her vampire face in full display. Instantly, Fred slaps a worn roll of parchment into her hand. Rosalie's face goes back to normal as she unfurls it. Frowns. It's blank.
"What's this rubbish?" She asks, holding the parchment in her hand, a certain look in her eyes. The twins look at each other, and in full dramatics Fred speaks up.
"Rubbish she says." Fred scoffs, holding a hand to his heart. "That there's the secret to our success, princess." Fred says as he looks directly at the angered Tribrid. Rosalie rolls her eyes at Fred's dramatics.
