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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀, she's the type of girl everyone wants to know,everyone wants to be or be around,who everyone wants to see, who every boy wants to be with, and who every girls wants to be friends with. Except she isn't just a type of girl, because no one else can be like her.
But, who would blame them? After all, she originates from the delightedly famous DeLuca family, a wealthy rich, Italian family, that's all known for there witty brains, and astonishing beauty. She's quite literally perfect,she was born into perfection.Trust me, she does have her flaws, they're just not imprinted on her ethereal face.
One of her many dug deep, secretive flaws is the events of last term, the events that no one has forgotten,only wondered more off what had happened right before summer break off 1995.
May: when the light wind evenings pack away and let the brighter days, and hotter temperatures of summer unfold. But not even the bright light of the beaming sunlight could hide the dark, gut wrenching secrets and truths of Miss Angelina DeLuca. So, in the meantime,she fled.
She had erased herself from the society that evolved around her completely, she was not pictured, or seen, only wrote and talked about from that point forward. Many people wondered, why would she? She practically had people sweeping at her feet for an ounce of her attention, why would she run from that?
Coming from a famous family makes you very known, in fact Angelina's reign for fame started ever since she was born, being introduced in catalogues, front pages of the daily prophet and many more thats intact to many to count while growing up.
From an early age she new how to work the ways of the camera, what poses make you look slimmer, the differences between doe eyes and siren eyes, over all just how to act around it, almost as if she was she programmed.
When she started Hogwarts,her fame almost grew, phenomenally. In first year,she was top of all her classes, no one could beat her.
In second year, she found her love and passion for quidditch, the thrill of the wind whipping her cold face through the air made her buzz and she was almost extremely talented at it for her age.
In third year, she was named Slytherins bestest chaser, after scoring almost 100 quaffles in a match, which beat the record from 1972, to this day she can still hear the chants and roars of applaud distantly whistling in her ears.
In fourth year, still carrying on her grades and quidditch skills, but however her more mature looks let's say started to appear,the honest truth is she's always been beyond beautiful, with her dark,brunette hair, her natural tanned skin and big, memorising,hazel eyes, but now she was far beyond just beautiful. As well as her body began to change, which also sent the papers and magazine producers wild, as-well as the boys too, as there eyes followed her into every room.
She really was amazing, balancing and managing all off that as a teenager, impressing her parents, peers and her teachers, dressing up as a doll to be pictured as perfect by the paparazzi that constantly followed her every move, never letting that crown,that people around her forced her to wear, even slip off her delicate head.
Until, filth year.
The downfall of the infamous Angelina DeLuca.
Her grades where down, but her dresses where up just like the glasses of wine she'd shove down her throat. Everyone knew she had a wild side but not this wild, the wildest thing was that she'd let herself go this far. She'd popped the pills like she'd pop open her dress, to any guy that would want to see her undressed. What happened? Her friends asked but all she could do was laugh and shake her head with dread.
That was also the last time her friends she was the closest too saw her, or even heard from her. —————————-————————-————————-
30th august 1995:
'Welcome back queen Angelina, so thankful your back, it was just getting a bit boring around here'
*Angelina DeLuca spotted at Kings Cross Station,London at 9:26am*
-The wizardings witch
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The wizarding witch, an annoymous teen reporter, observing the scandalous lives off Hogwarts elite, especially Angelina and her friends.
For a numerous count of years, Angelina still surrounds herself with her friends she shared her childhood with, with Pansy Parkinson being her bestest friend also accompanied by Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and worst of all, Draco Malfoy.
They've all known each other since toddler years, and never left each others side no matter how much they hate each other. Angelina adores them all, all except for thee insufferable, Draco Malfoy.
Maybe, deep down she doesn't hate him, maybe she just hated his actions, but still he repulses her, his attitude,tone in voice and activity.
On the other hand, she absolutely adored her other friends Pansy, Blaise and Theo. Pansy was fun but protective, Blaise was kind and understanding and with Theo you could sit there in complete utter silence and still feel comfortable and not want to leave.
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"Get up, you lazy arses, your gonna wanna see this" drowsily spoke Pansy with a yawn, after chucking the pillows she could quickly find at the boys that laid tiredly in front of her.
Draco rose from the sofa that was practically drowning him in its comfort as the following groans from Theodore and Blaise made him naturally scowl. Draco sat up placing his feet on the chilly floor,they all winced at the cans of beer shriek as he had unhesitantly knocked them over.
"For fuck sake, it's not even 10 o'clock yet" replied Draco snakily, to Pansys 'un needed' wake up call.
"The wizarding witch finally updated, and you wanna guess who's on their" she added before retiring to the coffee she slowly drank out of, Draco didn't reply he just looked away and searched for the parchment.
His eyes widened as he saw her photographed right in-front of him, "it can't be, thought she was dead or something" Blaise quickly shot up as he saw the parchment.
