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Chapter 34

Rosalie stood there just outside of Harry's car, arms folded, frown in place – the picture of impatience.

Though Harry felt as if she had more reason to be impatient.

Harry sighed as she exited the vehicle, closing the door harder than necessary.

She noticed Rosalie tense form when she turned to face the blonde fully. Said female's eyes narrowed at her and Harry noticed how the grip she had on her arms crumpled the clothing beneath them.

Harry raised a brow, still annoyed, but curious.

"Yes, Rosalie?"

Rosalie said nothing but merely raised her right arm. Harry stiffened as Rosalie brought her hand to hover just above her treated shoulder.

"How did you get this?" she asked in a clipped tone, her hand dropping to her side.

"Machinery incident," Harry answered in an equally clipped tone.

Rosalie's narrowed gaze moved from Harry's shoulder to her face.

"Don't lie to me Harry."

Rosalie went back to folding her arms. Harry mirrored her actions, scowl and all.

"And on what basis do you assume that I'm lying to you?"

Harry smirked at the silence that followed her question.

"You're lying," Rosalie re-affirmed shortly, "And you're hiding something. You're always hiding something."

Harry bristled at the straightforward accusation. Of course Rosalie spoke the truth, Harry was hiding a plethora of things, but it did nothing for her patience to be called on it.

"You mean just as you and probably your entire family is hiding something?" Harry snapped, "Like your brother- Edward it was. The Prat tried to read my mind."

Rosalie scoffed but Harry caught the way her entire form tensed.

"It sounds more like you're out of your mind."

Harry snorted disbelievingly.

"Just admit it, you've been trying to figure me out just and I was trying to figure you out."

Harry felt that she should stop, her fight or flight senses suddenly kicking into overdrive, but she chose to ignore the feeling.

Rosalie let out a threatening growl and Harry took a subtle step back, beginning to draw at her reservoir of magic.

She'd do what she needed to, no matter who was involved.

Rosalie barred her teeth.

"Who are you?" she hissed, "What are you?"

Harry levelled Rosalie with a steely gaze and answered in a measured tone, "Human."

The blonde noticeably recoiled at the single word, as if burnt. Harry continued, offering no reprieve, turning the blonde's question back at her.

"What are you?"

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A/N: Aww, the two of them are fighting. Sorta. It's more of a clash of strong personalites.

Well, sorry for taking so long to update.

As for Harry and her magic, I don't want to give too much away, she'll be practicing a bit of wand-less until she gets another wand. That's all I'll say for now.

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