A/N: I know that I should be working on my cardverse fic but this was so persistent, it started giving me a headache
this is for eventual Italian
this is for eventual French (Canadian)
It started as a normal day. Then everything went to hell. She couldn't even remember how or why, all she knew was London was burning. She was burning, and she knew she was dying. Her name was Rose Joan Kirkland, and she was the Physical Representation of London. Next thing she knew, she was waking up in her cupboard under the stairs in Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey. Her name was Rose Joan Kirkland, but to those who don't know the truth know her as Iris Jane Potter. This is her story.