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'𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.'
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Camellia Withlock never expected to be a witch like in...
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A young girl, age thirteen soon fourteen walks down a street. The school bell had just rung and she was on her way home. The way home wasn't long, but not short either. Not that she minds. This is her favourite time of the day. The sun is starting to set and it's starting to get colder than it was earlier that day. The wind kisses her cheeks lightly. She can't wait to get home to her family where dinner is already on the table and her mother and father are sitting, waiting for her to come home to tell them about her day.
Not that she wants to talk about her day. This day started okay in the morning, but then Anna Smith had to ruin her day by being mean. Again. She heard someone say that Smith wasn't going to be at school that day, so she couldn't wait to have a normal day at school for once. But of course, she was wrong. She always calls her things like stupid, ugly or idiot.
Not that she was any of those. She wasn't ugly, quite the opposite actually. Her black long, wavy hair that framed her small face perfectly could make anyone jealous. Her sharp jawline and her small nose. And her eyes are even more beautiful. The bright blue colour goes perfectly with her pale skin. And stupid is something she certainly isn't either. She is one of the best students in her class, maybe even in the whole school and that's why she often is called the teachers' pet.
The only reason people are mean to her and bullying her is because of those reasons above. They are jealous of her looks and her achievements. So instead of praising her, they use it against her. Now she has gotten used to it and ignores it instead of acknowledging it.
She was almost at her house. She couldn't wait to get home to read Harry Potter and the half-blood prince. She had read it many times before, but she loves that book so much that she reads it every time she gets a chance. She was rounding the corner of her house when-
"Omg, I'm so sorry!"
"That's fine! Are you alright?"
"Yes, thank you!"
Why does he remind me of someone?
"Hi, my name is-" he starts, but she cuts him off.
How about we have some fun?
"Wait, wait! Let me guess. Blond hair, new expensive suit and a handsome face. You must be a Malfoy!"
Or maybe not...
"I'm sorry I thought- you know what? Let's start over. Where are my manners? Hi, my name is Camilla Kristiansen. It's nice to meet you!" she takes out her hand for him to shake.
Why is he staring at me like that?
He shakes her hand before asking, "It's nice to meet you too, and you did get my name right. My name is Draco Malfoy, but how did you know that?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"Try me," he says with confidence.
The girl thinks about her answer and in the end, she decides it's best not to tell him.
"I'm sorry, this is weird, but where are we?"
"London?"
"What?!"
(A/N) I'm sorry for short chapter, but I wanted to have this as a the introduction. Some chapters will be short and some will be longer. Anywas, thanks for reading!
