Slytherin Queen

Slytherin Queen

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I had run so many times from that women. All my childhood had been recorded by her annoying pen and her disgusting camera man. But I took courage and told my self I had to do this. I knocked twice , like my father used to. You could read in bold golden letters who's cabinet it was. Rita Skeeter opened the door, she looked the same, as always , with her blond hair and her ridiculous red glasses that never matched her green dress. When she saw me she grinned: -Miss Smith... What an honour! I wasn't interested in her cheap chats so I went directly to what I had to tell her: -I need you to eliminate my character from the muggle adaptation of your history! Said I with a firm tone. -Why? I mean my Harry Potter books are doing great, why should I eliminate one of my main characters. After all with out Mme Riddle nothing would make sense. After hearing that family name a chill went down my spine. Riddle... -Chilling my dear? -You would do it because of this. And I showed her [...]
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Remorse

I force myself to unlock the door and once it swings open, I spend no time watching the look of bafflement on his face. I brush right past him and sit myself down onto the bed, my eyes are glued to the rain racing down the panes. He walks over to where I'm sitting, steadily, and stands over me. Studying me. Inspecting the dried patches on my face and the blood on my knuckles from picking at my skin. I can't bare to watch. Finally, I glance up at him and our eyes are locked within each other's. His head tilts to the side and the paleness of his eyes continue examining me. "What are you doing to yourself?" Are the next words that have no hesitation flying out of his mouth. It makes me so angry that he assumes I've been the one behind this. "You did this to me." I had meant to sound strong and convincing, but it had turned only into a timid whisper.

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