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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
Threshold He opened the door wider, sweeping his hand into the room. |
656 | 0 |
| 2 |
Brooms Then I grabbed the girl’s hand. Her skin went from cold to warm under my touch. I smirked, a victorious feeling washing over me. Beatrice looked distrustful. |
1,320 | 1 |
| 3 |
Train I looked to Draco for some form of support, but his face was turned away, towards the window, pretending to be oblivious to the whole situation. Disgusted, I released Zabini’s arm. He sat back down, rubbing his wrist and glaring still. Pansy’s mouth was open in a surprised o. The sandy-haired boy was nowhere to be seen. |
2,030 | 1 |
| 4 |
Sorting Despite my anger, I could feel something go warm inside me at her closeness, the fact that I was touching her. I quickly pushed it down, too angry to deal with these strange, tender feelings welling up inside me. I wanted to stop crushing her arms, to stop hurting her, but my pride kept my hands where they were. |
1,522 | 1 |
| 5 |
Lost My breath created a mist before my eyes, and a crackling layer of ice was forming on the suits of armor that guarded the main entrance on either side. Dread crept into my heart as I looked between them. |
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