Avalon, una ragazza di 15 anni, non sei ancora andata ad Hogwarts poiché la lettera non ti era arrivata nonostante fossi purosangue, stranamente però, nell'agosto dei tuoi 15 anni arriva e inizi la tua nuova vita nella scuola di magia e stregoneria.
Hai gli occhi di tutti sempre puntati addosso, il tuo passato fa si che le persone difficilmente si fidino di te completamente, ma questo non ti impedirà comunque di farti amici fedeli e che ti staranno accanto.
Harry, ai tuoi occhi solo un ragazzo come tutti gli altri, non gli stai appiccicata solo perché è il prescelto, qualcosa però ti attira, non sai bene cosa...lo scoprirai, forse, forse no...
She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown.
She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair.
So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her?
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.