Chapter 7

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Juliana did her very best to avoid Valentina. She was starting to lose focus on the reason why she entered the tournament and Valentina was her biggest distraction. Juliana was sculpted by the roughness and harsh edges of her miserable life until she developed her own sharp edges.

She didn't know how to interact with someone as soft and gentle as Valentina.

Lupe was a loving but emotionally absent mother. She worked to make sure Juliana always had food but spent the rest of her time worrying about her husband's whereabouts than the daughter begging for her attention until, eventually, she stopped asking for it. She was never a priority for anyone until Valentina; with her open heart and genuine kindness, who told her about the first task because it was fair. Valentina treated her like the friend she always secretly wanted but never had in muggle school or Ilvermorny.

During her first years at Ilvermorny, she fantasized about what it was like growing up in a magical home, clinging to her classmates' animated adventures about their summer holidays and Christmas breaks. Juliana enjoyed listening to stories about Valentina's childhood because they sounded like fairy tales; idyllic and too sugary sweet to be real. The most fantastical aspect of Valentina's stories was her loving, doting family. It was another sharp reminder of their vastly different worlds. It was the complete opposite of Juliana's troubled childhood in the trailer park where life was hard and magic did not exist.

Aris was another cold, slap of reality and the article in Evening Prophet was her final wake up call. The way he looked at them...Juliana knew they weren't doing anything wrong by hugging in the corridor like that, but she understood the look on his face. She knew how it looked, because why would she be hanging around the Beauxbatons champion? Juliana Valdés was a nobody before the tournament, and suddenly she was close with another champion? Not just any champion: Valentina Carvajal, one of the richest witches in the world? The judgment in Aris' face confirmed her fears. She was not good for anyone right now, or ever.

Then there was Chino.

A part of her was terrified that she would never be free from her father or his influence over her.

The article in yesterday's Evening Prophet cemented her fears: Auror Aylmer found dead at home, suspected victim of muggle violence.

Her gut screamed it was Chino

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Her gut screamed it was Chino. The two gunshot wounds to the back of the head was classic sicario. No one knew about her father, and she wanted to keep it that way. She couldn't do that if he was near.

Her mind raced. Why would Chino be here? How would Chino know they were in the United Kingdom? They fled traveled across the Atlantic Ocean a year ago. Only local law enforcement knew they were hiding from him.

Maybe she was paranoid, but paranoia had kept her alive in the Muggle world. She rubbed the back of her neck, willing the hairs to stop standing on end. She needed to focus because everything rested on her shoulders.

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