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Introduction- my name is venetia. I am the excluded. The despised female. I was once one of them, when I was too young and stupid to understand, but no more. They are one of the most powerful pure blood families in Britain. The De Maurier blood must not be tainted; it is to be prized above our own lives. The rules of this game are simple and obeyed, we must have nothing to do with mud bloods, but hate them with all the feeling in our body. |
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| 2 |
They looked at us like we where absurd, for that was what we where My mother stepped out of the carriage crinkling her nose at the grimy pavement of Kings cross, pulling her long robes up around her angles as she peered pitifully down at the ground. Lyell also stepped down a smile smeared with haughty disgust on his face, while Leopold followed with hardly concealed amazement at this huge glass (well plastic) dome above him, but attempting to mimic Lyell’s haughty disgust with no success. |
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