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"I hate him with all my might."
Astrid Monroe - the emotionless Gryffindor with eyes like a storm and hair as dark as midnight. At fifteen, she stood taller than all her friends - Lily, Marlene, Alice, and Dorcas - yet somehow felt the smallest in the world.
Born just minutes before September 1st, she was always a year behind, always a step apart. People whispered that something was wrong with her, that no one could be that cold - but Astrid Monroe didn't care.
Because caring was something she'd forgotten how to do.