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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Whistle for the Choir “Well, hello, love,” He practically purred. A cocky smirk fixed onto his face and I pursed my lips, instantly turned off. Why were all the pretty ones so deluded? “What’s your name?” |
3,699 | 3 |
| 2 |
Boom Merlin, what if all these people sucked? Was it possible to meet people as lovable and amazing as Desirae, Alexis, and Xander? What if they were all egotistical like Sirius? Aren’t British people supposed to be seriously stuck up? Maybe that was the French; or was it all Europeans? |
3,376 | 3 |
| 3 |
I Must Belong Somewhere “How’d you get blood on your hands?” Sirius’s question surprised me and my gaze went for Remus’s hands, trying to locate the blood. It wasn’t until they turned up clean that I realized he was talking to me. |
2,880 | 5 |
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