*People's choice awards winner/ YA Fan fiction/ Young Blood awards 2018*
*COMPLETED AND EDITED*
Florina Woods is a twenty one year old witch with a mysterious past yet to be discovered by her. After being released from the psychiatric ward of St. Mu...
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Severus, who heard that same name being uttered for the third time, jerked his head up at once, staring at the ghost.Why do I keep hearing that specific name over and over? he wondered, Granted, it is slightly different than Rose. Perhaps it's an entity. Is that it's full name?
He suddenly shook his head at the impossible thought, It cannot be just an invisible entity. That would be absurd! As a wizard who practiced the dark arts, if there were any evil entities around, I would have immediately felt its presence.
He decided to pay full attention to the ghost that was gazing over Florina's shoulders. His face wore mixed emotions.
The ghost was wearing a thick wool coat, probably he died and was buried in it. After a while of gazing, he suddenly grimaced as if he saw something disturbing. Little that he knew, looking at his face was equally as disturbing. Everything below his eye sockets had imploded, sunk into a cave of wrinkled skin below his nose. The corners of his cavernous mouth turned upward. Was he smiling? Or was that just a reflex?
Florina, on the other hand unaware that she was being gawked at by everyone, instantly exclaimed "You can see Ro—"
Her statement was immediately interrupted by a mysterious blow to the head. She whirled around at the direction of the abuser only to find nothing hit her. Rose was smiling innocently back at her but Bubbles chuckled which earned her a glare from the witch. Both the ghost and house elf saw what hit the witch.
The annoyed witch gave a heavy sigh and turned back to the ghost who still looked back at her with fear.
"Rose, dear old friend," He spoke cautiously pretending to be impassive "I wasn't informed that yourself and Stella Wilson are back on speaking terms."
His voice was very high pitched that was almost annoying. His gaze wasn't lingering on Florina anymore as he couldn't stop stealing glances at Rose. She let out a batted breath.
'I knew he would mention her!' the fairy cursed under her breath 'Scared she might come back and haunt him again. What a coward weasel!'
She stole a quick glance at Florina to see her staring back at her, her eyes full of hurt. She felt betrayed. Why wouldn't her best friend share all that with her? Did she even know her friend well? Did she know anyone in her life well?
