Academy for Beast and Magical Creatures

Academy for Beast and Magical Creatures

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
I'm screwed. No really, I'm utterly and completely fucked. My deceased (or formerly dead) mother leaves me a note saying 'Go to a high-end private school.' And well that's a problem. Don't get me wrong my 'dad' and I have plenty of money but it's the school that's the problem. The school is A.B.M.C or Academy for Beasts and Magical Creatures and the problem is that Magical Creatures and Beats are worshipped and well, to put t simply, I'm just a piece of shit, it's all I've ever been told and it's all I really know...
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**MATURE** ⚠️🔞 "Fuck me" I told him bluntly, his hands falling on my arms only to tightened. "What?" He asked and I leaned against the island. "You heard me" I told him. "I..." "Its what I want" I told him truthfully and in the darkness I could hear him suck his teeth. "I can't just fuck you without a reason behind..." But before he could finish I smacked him hard. ***** My life screamed bad luck in all aspects. Thought black cats carried a curse? Do try me. Broke a glass and thought you're now cursed? Apparently you have not Heard my story? Ever walked under a ladder by accident and your luck went from good to bad? Sorry to dissapoint my dear but I've been walking under ladders for years. Everyday was my friday the thirteenth every since dad left our life when I was only fourteen. Being abandoned by my own mother was nothing a fourteen year old ask for yet it was given to her. Rose bush have thorns they say but my life has been a constant battle every since. MATURED READERS ONLY ;)

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