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She was lying on the couch. She closed her eyes and she could feel the smell of her mum's homemade biscuits. She smiled. A smell of recentky-brewed coffee was all over the room. Her dad's coffee. Her smile widered. She opened her eyes expecting to find a room full of sunlight, her father reading the newspaper and her mother baking.
They did not.
Instead she found herself in a room covered by the shades of the moonlight. She was in her parents' apartment. Their last residence.
She blink a few times before standing up. She roamed within the room. The living room. The small black TV was in front of the old brown couch, and above it, a painting of a pianist was hunged. In front of the couch, a low table with a vase was placed. The flowers inside it were dead. She instandly though of doing a charm, but the she shoved off the though; they weren't here to see. To feel. To live.
She walked to the kitchen; everything had a baby pink and a yellow tone. It still smelled like coffee and baking.
Then, she walked through the bedrooms-even the bathroom, to the balconys and every single room. But she couldn't feel them. The apartment was empty anyways- expect from the furnitures. She couldn't feel anything. Even if her parents lived there, for a while, before they...died... she xouldn't feel them. Couldn't conect with them.
She drew a quick breath and decided what to do. She would leave for England. How many hours was she there? Three. So it would be eight by now.
She stole a last glance and the house.
She got out of the apartment and locked. She set to find the next Portkey. Where did Jonh Stohl told her it was? In the Pink Lake. Yep. In the Pink Lake.
The Portkey was a broken cup. So, she she run inro the warm afternoon, trying tk find the way to the lake. It couldn't be far.
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She made sure no one was there. Then, with pressing lips and eyes full of agony, she touched the white broken cup.
A light. Then, everything was cloudy-dark. She lifted her eyes. She didn't care aboit the cold. She was home.
A/N; I know that lately, I am making small chapters. And yes, I am sorry. Because you have to scroll down/slide everytime. Yeah. It gets boring. I don't know if my story is good. If you think so, thank you and don't forget to comment or vote so you can support me. Well, if you are reading this , you either like my story, or you are bored, or you just want to see how bad my writing is. Either way, thank you for reaching this point. Tons of love♡♡
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