Eve Driscoll
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Última publicación jue, oct 6, 2016
I've been homeless for the last ten years the other six were spent in an orphanage.
Harry looked at me seriously.
"Eve, you're a wizard it's in your blood."
Percy smiled at me, raising an eyebrow.
"You're a demigod, so whose you're godly parent?"
I shut my eyes and visualized the dirt in the pot in the corner. I made it move and swirl around the room. I opened my eyes to the sound of a women's laughter.
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Remorse
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"Someone's being nosey again..." Draco dragged his words out, pulling my face closer to his. His finger was digging into my jaw and chin, causing me to squint my eyes at the pain. "Did you not learn from last night?" He hissed at me. I didn't dare move under his fingertips. The back of my eyes only stung more and more. Draco's hand travelled from my jaw to the back of my neck where he fisted some of my hair. He was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. "And..." He went on, sighing. " You still haven't told me why you're here, orphan." Draco was tugging on my hair so I was forced to look at him. His eyebrows were raised. "I thought you were-," "You thought I was what?" He started smirking again. "I thought you were seeing Astoria..." I barely whispered. Draco rolled his eyes at me and let go of my hair, turning to face the vanishing cabinet. He let out a few chuckles, resting his arm above his head against the cabinet. "Why did you think I was seeing Astoria?" Draco turned to face me again, now crossing his arms in front of his chest. I couldn't get any words out. "You must've had a good reason." He said in an amusing tone. "I don't know." I huffed. "You don't know?" He replied straight away. "You do know." Draco was walking towards me again, and he looked like he was about to laugh again. "Why do I find it hard to believe that you don't know?" He grits out.
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