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alice in...what now? lila shakes her head a small urge to fall asleep over taking her and as usually she couldnt resist the urge her entire mind being taken over by something else, her last though before she blacked out was how strange she instinctively phrased that. her body slumps against the stalk of the giant flower who had just turned its back to her for a mere second before her eyes fly open a cocky smirk replacing the usual timid lip biting. her normally glassy field like eyes clouding and distorting till they showed their true colour, the true blue hue shimmered till it bled its way though rimmed with the purest violet. The young girl blinked slowly before reaching behind her head and quickly yanking the hair elastic and coloured hair extensions out of her hair her hair flowed free over her shoulders the colour the shade of the suns truest rays her hand going to her hip as she hears a rude noise being made in the back of someones throat, or well in this case in the back of her bud. The girl raises an eyebrow threateningly waiting for the red oak like flower to make the statement that couldnt wait till she got full control. "is it you your majesty?" the rose begans to half bow ready to straiten up and swat the impostor away or bow lower depending on the girls response. the girl turns her back on the disrespectful flower and walks to the cliffs edge looking down over the chaos that was her kingdom surprise by the state of...order everything had about it, something she must soon change, before responding to the lowly Rosoideae "indeed i am. the time has come to bring wonderland back to its glory." her smirk was so terrifying the rose sunk away from the ferral grin plastered over the rightful ruler of wonderland her retreat coupled with her cries out to the other plants 'Alice liddell was back. the blood line continues. fear the queen'
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Imagine surviving in a fucked up Harry Potter AU with a murdering racist on the loose and an emerging Gray Lady. Anne could not imagine surviving here if these Slytherin boys and 'queen' don't stop causing havoc. Siriusly, why is Rosaline Potter? ******************************************* Excerpt "Sallow stop right this instant!" "And if I don't ? What are you gonna do Potter, let your dogs loose on me? How terrifying." She replies with a perfectly poised face. However her brisk pace is halted suddenly as Lestrange closes in on her, grabbing her throat in a vice grip as he leans down to her eye level, whispering throatily, "She asked you a question, so you answer. Hmm?" Holding onto her wrists with his left hand and her neck in his right one he swipes up his thum to brush against her jawline. Dolohov and Nott lean on the walls with identical poses as they both level her with a sharp gaze. Tilting her head sideways so she is focusing on bright emerald eyes Anne speaks, "You might worship the ground she walks on Lestrange. But I don't own shit to your queen, especially not an explanation." The addressed male get so enraged that he increases the pressure at her throat and she can already feel the bruises forming and - suddenly he is thrown on the floor with a loud thud as Anne gets enveloped in the familiar embrace of expensive cologne and the gentlest whiff of spices, as she hears her saviour's words, easily imagining his thick brows furrowed in urgency. "Are you okay, doll?" With ice blue eyes clouded with worry. ******************************************* Let's not forget her identity, like Sebastian Sallow's great granddaughter? Gee thanks for the legacy. But ancient magic is cool.

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