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An alchemist who poisoned himself, an assassin who stabbed his own heart, an arsonist who burned herself, and a hero who couldn't defeat his inner monster.
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( A re-enact of Hades...
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17 - The First Storm
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Platform 9¾ was packed-up, hands waving to the steaming scarlet engine, Hogwarts Express. Train whistle was booming, white steam faded, escaping out of metal at last evaporated in the air. The Irish witch stepped off the train, with bed-head face and dutch braided hair her dorm-mate, Jo Meadowes persuaded her to do her hair that morning.
It wasn't as perfect as earlier, tussled from the amount of friction between her head and Martin's stiff shoulder while she instructed him to not move. As she fell asleep on their journey home.
"I hate you." Martin groaned, stretching his arms with his backpack clung loosely on the other arm. She grinned cheekily at him, while the two squirmed in the middle of the packed platform. "I can't believe you talked me out of that."
"Come on, Marty." Gemma began, now hoisting her foreign owl cage, "It was just an hour. Besides, don't you want to help catch my beauty sleep?"
"Beauty sleep my ass." Martin heard his shoulder made a pop sound and Gemma's eyes jotted open at that, "You heard that? Do you know the effort I have to do to keep still?"
