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"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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"So. Trying to kill me. A bit extra, don't you think?" I walked down the stairs after depositing my trunk in my room. I was home again -yay?- for Easter break. I would usually be internally scared for a punishment but I've already been tortured so the only way my punishment could be worse would be if she straight up killed me and I wouldn't be too mad at that. I mean, I came out -not in the best way but anyway- to everyone, got together with my one-month crush and I made my friendship with James stronger. If I died right now, the only downside to me dying would be that I died a virgin which I could get over, to be honest. Though I would really like to know what it felt like if Remus stuck his d-
"I hear about the cotillion that was held recently." Oh dear, here we go again.
"Oh yeah, I had a fucking great time." She flared up visibly in front of me and turned around quickly to accusingly point her finger at me.
"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! When you live under my roof, you will follow my rules!" I reached the bottom of the stairs where she stood. She was wearing a maroon dress; she rarely wore a colour brighter than navy blue. "I heard all about your sex scandal and your voyeuristic intentions. Who raised you to be this pervert?!"
"If I kissed a boy and your first thought was 'my son likes people watching him have sex' then I'm not the one with the problem here." My valid points would obviously go disregarded because let's ignore it our child is ever correct and then make them seem like the bad guy. Yay gaslighting.
"You disgust me."
"Ditto." It was at that moment that I looked into her eyes and saw her fire eyeballs and that was the moment that I knew what was coming.
I prepared myself for it but no matter how many times it happened, I could never get used to the feeling of pure agony.
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PS. Walburga's Collage The black cat is a symbol for her because black cat's are bad luck. The rose is black because it's like she has rotted away the beauty of her soul. Similarly, the black cake is also like that. The make up brushes are to show how she has found depression in the most beautiful of things. The dagger is again to show how she kills happy spirits around her and she has to ensure everyone else is also miserable. Finally the skull is to show how she is ugly on the inside and dead.
