Kiss From A Rose
Mine!
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Hey! First, a stupid writer’s
block kept me from writing more than a sentence (again), then suddenly, I found
myself writing very much and thus, found the chapter to be longer than I
intended (especially if I wanted to post it anytime soon). So I divided the
chapter in two parts. Here you’ll find the first one and the second one will
hopefully be up soon.
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Writerlady1031
so much! I hope this chapter makes up for the delay.
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realize it…. Ah it will take a lot of time.
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Pam
glad you like it! But I fear you have misread the update date…
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Chapter
8
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Mine!
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No, that’s just not it.”
Sophia said for about the twentieth time. Angelina sighed when she went to
change into the next dress. When she came back out, Sophia’s eyes widened
slightly and she smiled.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes. That’s the perfect dress
for the reception.” The old woman arose from her chair and walked towards
Angelina.
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the full length mirror to her right and let the young woman look at herself.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The dress was made of green
velvet and shimmered in the light of the shop. It fell around her body like a
second skin. Two silver brooches held the fabric on her shoulders and let the
dress fall on top of her breasts, looking like green waves on her dark skin.
Most of her back was bare and just like over her breasts the dress fell in
waves over her bottom.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Come una principessa.”
Sophia smiled and tried to hold Angelina hair up.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“All we need is a nice hairdo
and the princess is perfect. Your mother would be so proud could she see you
now.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
Sophia was right. She remembered the look on her mother’s face when she had
showed her the picture of her at the Yule ball Alicia had taken.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I wish she could see me now.”
She whispered and touched the locket.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m sure she does.” Sophia
replied and put her hand onto Angelina’s shoulder. “If there was one person who would be an
angel now, it was your mother.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Sophia turned around towards
the shop owner and nodded at him.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“We’ll take that dress.
Deliver it next Saturday.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“And we are going to see
when she turned back towards Angelina.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
stood in front of the stadium of the Ballycastle Bats
and frowned. She knew that Sophia’s husband had been the owner of the Bats but…
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I take it that
inherited the team and the stadium from Briscoe?”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
head and Sophia sighed murmuring something in Italian while she shook her head
and lead Angelina farther towards the stadium. When they entered Sophia lead her through
the hallway which led to the pitch. On the walls were pictures of former teams
looking at them. Angelina stopped in front of one from the seventies.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>One of the chasers, a tall,
dark skinned man smiled broadly at her and waved slowly.
out put before she could touch the picture she let her hand fall to her side
again.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“This was the season when you
were born.” Sophia said behind her. “Your father scored every goal for you.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
her words and took one last look at the picture of her father before she turned
around. She could see the pitch now where the current team was standing in the
sand, obviously just finished with training and discussing it. She watched the
members of the team and suddenly frowned. She almost believed….
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ill?” But Angelinastyle='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
didn’t react to Sophia’s voice.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>There is a proverb that says
there are first times for everything. Today, the members of the
what a first time! Never before had anyone seen this happening, and probably,
no one would ever again.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>While they stood there in a
circle on the pitch, talking about the training and the upcoming game Oliver
Wood, the team’s keeper dropped his broom.
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Steven Bartleby, the seeker and captain of the team asked him. But he didn’t
get a reply. Oliver was staring straight at the opening of the building where
two woman, one of them was obviously Mrs. Pucey, were
standing.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oliver?” Steven had never
seen his keeper so pale, not even during one of his stays in St. Mungo’s.
Oliver murmured something and then walked slowly towards the two women, leaving
a baffled team behind.
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of the players heading for them.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliver walked slowly closer to
Angelina
when he finally stopped right in front of her. He took her face in his hands as
though he wanted to make sure that she was real while he continued to shake his
head.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Hearing her name brought
and she threw her arms around Oliver’s neck. He put his arms around her waist
and hugged her while he tried to understand how she could be here.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliver pulled slightly back
from her and looked at her face.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re alive! You’re back!
And… and… you’re alright, aren’t you?”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
confused babbling and the look on his face.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Of course I’m alright.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“She’s fine, too.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“But… why didn’t you come back
when I wrote you the war was over? I thought you…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I never received a letter
from you.” She told him while Oliver continued to look at her, his hands moving
from her waist to her shoulders, to her face and back to her shoulders as
though he wanted to make sure that she was really standing in front of him.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What are you doing here?
Where have you been all these years? What happened…?”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I don’t think I’ve ever heard
you ask so many questions.” Angelina smiled at him.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I…I...” Oliver wasn’t sure what
he wanted to say. For four years he had thought her dead and now she was
standing in front of him, smiling, healthy and wearing a dress – a dress! –
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What are you doing here?” he
asked her once more. Angelina looked at Sophia who was standing behind her, looking
curiously at the two. Angelina bit her lip unsure how she should explain what had
happened in the past years. She couldn’t very well tell him this in the middle
of a hallway – with several people watching them.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Sophia, would you please
excuse us for a moment?” She asked with pleading eyes. Sophia nodded at the
request.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I could need a break anyway.
I’ll be in the bistro.” She said and pointed towards another hallway. “The
young man can surely show you the way when you’re finished talking and then we
can go to meet
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
felt herself relax slightly when Sophia headed towards the bistro. She hoped
Sophia hadn’t gotten any wrong ideas about her and Oliver.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Can we talk somewhere?” she
asked as she turned around to her old friend. Oliver nodded and
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“So, where were you and Julia
all those years?” Oliver asked her once they were seated. But
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Later. First I want you to
tell me about the war. What happened?”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliver sighed. His gaze
followed a sparrow that flew over the stadium, following another of his kind as
he remembered.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I was in St. Mungo’s, so I
might not be the best source of information.” He started.
nervous as though he didn’t want to think about it. The way he alternatively
squeezed and stroke her hand was a huge indication for
this.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“At first there were several
attacks from the death eaters. Theatres, restaurants,
stadiums… wherever they could reach a lot of people. These attacks
seemed to be completely uncoordinated. They happened sporadic, no sign of a
real meaning behind it other than to kill and to scare those who survived.
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about seven or eight attacks.”
continued.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“On a Saturday afternoon one
of the mediwitches came into my room and told me that my parents had died in an
attack that morning.”
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clenching together.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes, during their weekly
brunch.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I always wondered how and
when my parents…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I thought about sending you
an owl but I didn’t want you to find it out this way. I wanted to tell you to
your face. It’s bad enough that there is no grave for them, the least I wanted
to do was be there when I told you what had happened to your parents.” They sat
in silence for some time before Angelina asked Oliver what happened after this attack.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I don’t really remember what
day it was, but I was still in St. Mungo’s. – Stupid blugder had hit me really
bad that time – But I was allowed to leave my room and walk around. I heard
another patient reading from the newspaper. Harry Potter had been killed by
You-Know-Who. The killing curse straight through his heart.
His body was found in front of the Ministry. Next to him were the ones of his
friends, you know, the younger brother of Fred and George…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Ron.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Yes, Ron. And
the girl who was always with them. The one who charmed Harry’s glasses
during one game… Hillary, Harmony…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“They weren’t killed by the
killing curse. They must have been tortured before they had died.
also been tortured in a non-magical way…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina shuddered as images
of what the three of them must have been through before they had died entered
her mind. Although the day was rather sunny, she felt rather cold all of a
sudden.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Then everything went rather
fast. About a week, maybe two, later, the Minister resigned. The deatheaters which
had still been in Azkaban were freed and instead of them several aurors and
people of a group called the order of… phoenix, yes, I think that was it, were
imprisoned there.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“There was no one left to
fight. With Harry gone, Dumbledore dead… there just wasn’t anyone left. I
remember the day I was allowed to leave style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>St. Mungo’s. It was the day
when the death eaters held the trials.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
Oliver and he went to explain.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“They wanted to make an
example of some aurors and some members of this order by killing them publicly.
To make sure no one would ever think about revolting against You-Know-Who. We…
we were gathered together. Everyone had to witness one of these trials.
Executions would be a better name than trial. There was no judge, no lawyer…
nothing. Just those who were meant to die and the… things… that would kill
them…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliver nodded and shuddered as
he recalled that one day four years ago.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Do you remember Professor
Lupin?” He waited for her saying yes before he continued.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“He looked already more dead
than alive. And then there was this… I don’t know, he looked like a man but…
then he growled and… he was like one of those monsters you dream about as a
child. He looked like what my parents told me werewolves look like, but it was
the middle of a day and the full moon was still two weeks away and … it was
horrible…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He looked at
the horror in his eyes.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You can really be glad you
weren’t here then. You must be the only person in this country who hasn’t seen
one of these murders. And believe me, it was something I wouldn’t wish on
anyone.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Everyone was killed in such a
way?”
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who fought against them.
guess no one but the death eaters does know that.” He shook his head and tried
to fight the memories. When he turned his face around to her he had a smile on
his face.
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bad memories.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
just said they should leave the bad memories?
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I… it was hell.” She started
and looked down.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I… I don’t want to talk about
it … ever… you just have to believe me…”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliver placed his hand on
it gently.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“It’s okay,
I didn’t mean to cause any bad memories.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
looked at him again.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“As for why I’m here… one
evening … someone found me and offered to bring me back to
here.” She was playing with the thin white gold ring on her finger.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re married?” Oliver asked
when he saw the ring on her finger.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
her throat.
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Pucey.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>She could have suddenly turned
pink – Oliver couldn’t have looked more shocked at her statement. It took him a
few moments before he got a grip on himself again.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Has he threatened you? Is he
forcing you to do this?”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No, no, Oliver it’s not like
this. He’s treating me with respect and he’s not forcing me to do anything.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“He’s not abusing you, is he?!
He’s not hitting you or …?!”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No. Oliver believe me, I’m
fine. Better than I’ve been in the past years. And so
is Julia.”
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliver took her face in his
hands and looked deep in her eyes.
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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re saying the truth,
right? You are alright? And Jul is alright, too? And you married of your own
free will and you’re happy with him?”
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Angelina
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m as happy as I could be in
a marriage.” She told him truthfully and Oliver winced at this.
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m going to kill him if he
hurts you.”
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I know.”
hugged Oliver once more.
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“We should head back. Your
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Why are you playing for him
anyway?” She asked him while they walked back. style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliverstyle='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> shrugged.
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I’ve got to play somewhere.
It’s not like there is a team left which isn’t owned by some death eater.”
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Do you know what happened to
wanted to know before they reached the building.
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I know that
some French guy two years ago. And Katie has moved to
there to take care of Katie’s grandmother and she went along with them. They
both wanted to be away from here.”
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>By now they had reached the
entrance of the stadium’s building. They heard footsteps and when she turned
around, Angelina saw
His face was a mask of stone. She turned back to face style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oliverstyle='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>.
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I have to go now.” She told
him and smiled at him. Oliver looked at
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I’ll see you again, right?”
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hugged him before she told him to go while she turned around and went hurriedly
to
still standing where she had left him and watched the two of them, ready to
stand in front of Angelina if she needed him to.
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>
style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>And to judge by the look on
sure she would need him…
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