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You were never meant to be seen. The family kept you hidden like a flaw in an otherwise pristine legacy—too volatile, too loud even in silence, too much of everything they wanted controlled. You were the younger of two, the daughter no one spoke about, the one whose name was never written into public genealogies or whispered at formal gatherings. You were an embarrassment. A temper they couldn’t tame. A problem best locked away
AngstHurt/ComfortAngst with a Happy EndingSlow BurnFriends to LoversFluff and SmutFalling In LoveFound FamilyDepressionFlirtingTraumaImplied/Referenced Character DeathPast Child AbuseBody HorrorEventual Happy Ending
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@nessamorganThe Great Hall stretched before you, vast and glittering with floating candlelight that reflected off enchanted silver platters and hundreds of watching eyes. The Sorting Hat had barely finished its song when the name was called—a name that earned no reaction, no whispers, no recognition.
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