luck
/lʌk/
Learn to pronounce
noun
success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions.
magic
/ˈmadʒɪk/
noun
the power of apparently influencing events by using mysterious or supernatural forces.
"suddenly, as if by...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Where have they sent me," Rosalie muttered as she walked through the streets of a little town. Maybe not so little, but smaller then what she thought of some towns.
She moved her eyes around fast, hoping beyond hope that no Death Eaters or anything of the sort were around. She is only 13 and still cannot use her magic without being expelled from Hogwarts. And that would ruin her plans for the future. Dumbledore had to be destroyed.
She HAD to win the game.
Rosalie shook her head before seeing a bar not too far ahead. "Mystic Grill," she whispered before going over and going inside.
As she made her way down, she made sure to keep herself hidden, but that didn't seem to work as she was a NEW person in this small town. No one knew who she was, and they wanted to know.
Rosalie made her way to a spare table and sat inside the booth. Away from prying eyes.
She took deep breaths in to calm herself, but they only resulted in her smelling the sweet scents of all the humans around her. She groaned softly before hitting her head on the table.
"This is so much harder," Rosalie muttered before sitting back up to see a blonde-haired boy smiling at her softly.
"Hey, I'm Matt can I get you anything at all?" He asked the dirty blonde. Matt almost let out a gasp as her bright emerald eyes gazed into his.
"Umm water would be nice," Rosalie whispered, and Matt nodded before leaving.
When Matt returned with her water, she fiddled with the glass taking sips. There was a strange taste to the water but didn't bother her at all. She raked her eyes over all the people in the bar, she saw a group arrive at that moment. They acted as though what they were doing was normal.
Rosalie turned her eyes away but kept her guard up. Thankfully, she made the right call. When the dark-haired man with blue eyes came up to her table.
"Hello gorgeous I'm Damon," he greeted grinning.
"13," Rosalie said, a frown crawling across Damon's face.
"What?"
"You're too old and I'm illegal," Rosalie stated lifting her eyebrow into a pointed look. "So leave pedo." Damon's jaw dropped in shock as Rosalie stood her short stature noticeable. "Please stay away from me," Rosalie finished leaving Damon standing there.
As Rosalie stepped outside a pretty blonde girl jumped in front of her. Rosalie jumped back tensing. She hated people getting close to her.
Hated it with a burning passion actually.
"Hi, I'm Caroline," Caroline greeted, a bright grin on her face.
"And I'm 13!" Rosalie shouted making many turn to where Caroline and Rosalie were. "Also hate people I don't know coming up to me, so back off!" Rosalie finished before turning away from Caroline and made her way down the street.
