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✧LAND OF THE FREE, AND HOME OF THE BRAVE✧

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

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☾𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢//𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚢☾

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Aurora had simply finished her tea in the silent company of her mother.

The fact that her mother still rested down at her feet was a bit daunting and defiantly morbid, but damn did she feel a hundred pounds lighter.

Now she truly had no one in this country. She scoffed at the idea, but ran a stressful hand through her roots as she would only need a few more hours.

"Master Regulus is..."
"Alive yes, he's in America Kreacher. I'm tasking you to hide the locket once more in the manor. Anything else of value, lock it away in father's vault, and any lose coins I would appreciate before my departure." The elf had been ecstatic in hearing that his favorite master was still alive.

Completely looking over his mistress' limp body at her feet, and while the elf continued to work with the order. Rory found herself walking up the stairs of the home, an eery feeling of playing hide and seek with her siblings in these narrow halls.

She recalled that her father would scoop her up from around the corner and hold her close, but there would be no more of that. Nor would she see Rabastan do that with the children anymore.

The first room she visited was her own, she hadn't realized her room smelled so heavily of lavender...But perhaps that was her adolescence scent, a slight smile began to creep up on her expression.
This was the room where she discovered that she would be going to Salem, right there in the corner window with her brothers.

A long inhale permitted her a strange bit of calmness, the bed had been made but never again used by herself.

Her hand trailed the bottom ends of the linen and reminiscing through her room and her brothers.

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