Calanthe Potter knew she was not normal. Normality was what the Dursleys craved, a bland, beige existence defined by matching floral sofas and obsessive lawn care. Calanthe was the ink-black stain on their perfect, suburban canvas. Also Posted on Ao3 by Babyx_xBat (this is my account) Guys please tell me if you think the spelling or grammar is off, I promise not to be rude about it as long as you aren't. I write everything on Google docs and it doesn't always catch spelling/grammar issues. Thank you!