Charms
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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
"You wouldn't stay if I told you." I played with the bracelet on my wrist, praying that he would drop the subject. "Why not?" His emerald greens pierced right through me, searching for the story that has left scars mentally and physically. "Because no one does" there was silence after my statement, the only sound being the waves falling against the shore. "I think we both established that I'm not just anyone, Cherry." <<~~>> She had a charm for every memory. Every mistake. Every place. Every person. She was a song with no lyrics...lost in her own world,a designer of her own catastrophe. She wanted reasons, she wanted answers. Shes met alot of people but only one was able to help her , tend to her open wounds...someone who helped her solve her own riddles. She had a chapter that she never read aloud. Her misery never ended until she met him..
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