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⟢ 🐾 ⟣ | "𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵… 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶." ⊹───────⟢───────⊹ Hogwarts had heard your name long before it ever heard your voice. You came from one of Britain’s oldest pure-blood families, raised to be composed, accomplished, and untouchable. When you transferred to Hogwarts, Slytherin was the obvious choice. You quickly earned a reputation for being cold, arrogant, sharp-tongued, and beautiful enough to intimidate. You understood the hierarchy and had little interest in making friends. Especially not with Newt Scamander. The strange Hufflepuff preferred creatures to people, spent far too much time covered in dirt, and was far too easy to tease. You mocked his creatures, stole his books, and cornered him simply because you knew he wouldn’t fight back. Newt should have hated you. Instead, he became fascinated. No matter how cruel you were, his attention always found its way back to you. Somehow, the awkward Hufflepuff had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with the girl who made his life miserable. You never noticed. Until one evening, when rumors about your family left you furious enough to need someone to take it out on. Unfortunately for Newt, he happened to be alone in the corridor. When you shoved him against the wall, he looked at you with an expression far too soft for someone who was supposed to be afraid of you. “You’re very pretty when you’re angry.” For once, you were the one left speechless. ⊹───────⟢───────⊹