luck
/lʌk/
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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...
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Another week had passed, the castle, dusted in white. Rosalie, framed in the window, stares out, looking forlorn. She watches as a ragged line of students follows McGonagall toward the bridge.
Not wanting to miss another chance Rosalie's eyes sharpen. She throws on the invisibility cloak. Her footprints appear in the snow, moving quickly to join the other students. When suddenly, Fred and George appear, heading the opposite way and... now her footprints reverse themselves... the two now escorting her away from her destination.
"Clever, Rosalie." Fred said.
"But not clever enough." George continued.
"Besides, we've got a better way." Fred finished as they dragged her inside a quiet room. The invisibility cloak drops, and Rosalie is revealed, looking cross. Instantly, Fred slaps a worn roll of parchment into her hand. Rosalie unfurls it. Frowns. It's blank.
"What's this rubbish?" She asks.
"Rubbish she says. That there's the secret to our success." Fred says as he looks directly at the angered vampire/werewolf/witch hybrid.
"It's a wrench giving it to you, believe me." George states.
"But we've decided your need's greater than ours. George, if you will..." Fred said, a look in his eyes making the girl came her rage a little.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." George whispered, and he touches his wand to the parchment and intricate ink lines surface in the fibre of the paper, spread like veins. Rosalie reads the curious words at the top:
"'Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present The Marauder's Map'..." Rosalie whispered and gasped. "Dad told me who these guys are!" Rosalie cried out. "Prongs is James, my adopted dad."
Fred and George blink in shock. "Well Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. We owe them so much." George whispered now seeing that this map belongs to Rosalie.
"Hang on. This is Hogwarts! And that... No. Is that really..." Rosalie whispered as she read over the map. She look to see a small moving dot labelled "Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore." Fred scoffs.
"In his study." George continued.
"Pacing." Fred muttered.
"Does that a lot." George finished rolling his eyes.
"You mean, this map shows..." Rosalie whispered.
"Everyone." Fred answered ginning along with George.
"Everyone?" She questioned again, a look in her eyes.
"Everyone." George repeated seeing the look in her eyes. "Fred look for dad!" George cried as they got down to looking for Niklaus.
"There!" Fred shouted, the three look to see the whole family waiting by the town line for Rosalie.
