November arrived and passed midway and the only thing that had changed was that Hermione was now good friends with Harry and Ron. Romina was glad for it. However, she herself was still struggling to speak with Harry. Hermione had helped her countless times but with no results.

"Yesterday, I heard a Ravenclaw whispering about you," Hermione whispered to Romina while scribbling the last bit of her potions homework.

The students were all doing their homework in the Great Hall and since it was free, there were no special seating arrangements by House. Romina and Hermione sat just opposite from Harry and Ron.

"I told her it wasn't true," Hermione said obviously. "But it didn't stop her from continuing with her friends."

Romina groaned. "Why does everyone find me so damn interesting?" She looked away from her homework just for a second, but probably the most interesting second of that morning yet. Seamus Finnigan was trying to do his Transfiguration homework a couple feet from them.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum," he eagerly looked into the cup but saw no such thing. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum…"

Romina bit her lip as she desperately tried not to laugh. "Um, is he for real trying to change that glass of water into rum?"

Hermione barely gave the spectacle a moment of care. "He's trying. I heard yesterday he made some sort of weak tea—"

BAM!

Both girls, as did the rest of the table, jumped in their spots when Seamus' cup literally exploded and left Seamus with a soot-covered face again. Everyone burst into laughter, including Hermione who was trying to hide it behind her book.

The laughter stopped, however, when Snape appeared. He stopped by the table after picking up a student's parchment, paying no attention to Seamus of course. "Good luck today, Potter." Harry looked up but by now had learned better than to snap back. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin." With that, he headed out of the Great Hall.

Harry watched after him with narrowed eyes. "See that limping he's doing?" he said to his friends. "I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog. But, he got himself bitten and so that's why he's limping."

Romina stared in disbelief. Did he just conjure up that story in ten seconds? He had to be losing it now. She was sure of it. "That's my head of House I'll remind you."

"Rom, just listen," Harry requested in order to finish his theory. "The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret. I'm betting that's what's being guarded by the three-headed dog."

"And you're also saying that Snape wants it," Romina could simply not believe him at the moment. "Harry Potter, you've got some nerve! Throwing accusations like that! I'm not going to listen to any of this!" And so she started gathering her things, getting up. "I'd say good luck at your game but I'm just that upset with you!"

Harry wasn't even bothered, more annoyed that she wasn't taking him seriously.

Romina marched off with her head held high.

~ 0 ~

"I've no idea what this is but I'm super excited!" Arden exclaimed as she, Romina, and Pansy found their seats in one of the middle rows of the stands.

"How do you not know what Quidditch is?" Pansy couldn't get over the fact Arden had no idea what the most famous wizard sport was. "Were you raised by wolves?"

Arden rolled her eyes. "I was raised by fine parents, thank you very much. Muggles don't do Quidditch. We do basketball, football, volleyball—"

"What's all that?" Pansy crinkled her nose.

"Were you raised by wolves or what?" Arden mimicked Pansy's high-pitched voice. Pansy huffed and looked away.

"Settle down please," Daphne Greengrass warned them from the bleacher above them. "It's just a game, nothing important."

"Oh, don't let the boys hear that," Romina looked back at her, smirking, "I swear I heard them go back and forth for 10 minutes on the best way to fly a broom. It's like c'mon boys, at the end of the day, they're just brooms."

Daphne chuckled. "Oh, you've missed a lot from those guys. We run in the same social circle. Draco and Blaise take their Quidditch very seriously. It gets on all of our nerves, especially Theodore."

"Nott?" Romina raised an eyebrow.

Daphne nodded. "Yeah, he's not all that into Quidditch but since his family basically clumps him with Draco and Blaise, he doesn't have much of a choice but to listen to them. They claim to be experts."

"Huh, so I bet that's why Draco was fuming that Harry got a spot on the team," Arden nodded to herself. "Couldn't stand that somebody else got that place."

"That, and because he absolutely detests Harry," Romina muttered distractedly. She was trying to find Harry in the midst of all the tall Gryffindors.

"Well, it is a bit unfair," Daphne said, "Why should Harry be given a special spot on the team if he's just a first year like the rest of us?"

"Because he's that good," Romina shrugged, not thinking so much about it until Daphne made a good point.

"And how do they know that there isn't another first year who's just as good as Harry if they don't give us the opportunity to try out?"

"She got us there," Arden commended Daphne for her argument and perspective.

"I think they're about to start," Pansy watched Madame Hooch approach the two opposing teams.

Romina had finally found Harry stuck between the Weasley twins. When Madame Hooch blew her whistle, the fifteen team members flew high in the air.

Lee Jordan was set to do the commentary, and my what a way of introduction he had. "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too—"

"JORDAN!" McGonagall immediately cut him off. She was supervising him...apparently.

"Sorry, Professor," Lee apologized and continued commenting.

Not a minute later had Gryffindor made a score thanks to Angelina Johnson. While Gryffindors cheered for their win, Slytherins threw them all dirty looks. It didn't help when Gryffindor proceeded to score twice afterwards.

"We are getting crushed," Romina crinkled her nose.

The team seemed to agree and decided to retaliate however they could.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee's voice carried over the sky. "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -
wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"

The entire crowd, as did Harry, all looked up and about for the small golden ball. When Harry saw it, he zoomed off, but just behind him was the Slytherin seeker, Terrence Higgs. They were side by side in no time, and everyone - including the rest of the players - were staring after them. It appeared Harry would've snatched the golden-winged Snitch if it wasn't for the Slytherin team captain, Marcus Flint, blocked Harry and caused his broom to spiral off course. Harry had to hold onto his broom until he could get back in control.

The Gryffindor collectively shouted 'Foul' to which the Slytherins overpowered with cheering. However, Madam Hooch had taken Flint aside to probably scold the hell out of him. Gryffindors were allowed a free shot.

"So, after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating—"

"Jordan!" McGonagall once again cut Lee off despite his words having actual truth in them.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul—"

"Jordan, I'm warning you!"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue to play, Gryffindor still in possession."

The game went back and forth, causing mixtures of groans and cheers to escape from the crowd. Suddenly, Harry's broom lurched forwards despite not being hit by the bludgers.

Romina squinted her eyes in hopes of getting a better look at Harry. She wished she had brought binoculars like some of the other students had. If only she'd known.

"What is he doing?" Arden was staring at Harry with confusion and a bit of terror.

Pansy couldn't care less. "Higgs can find the Snitch now!"

Romina rolled her eyes. Of course Pansy wouldn't care what was going on with Harry and his broom. She doubted anyone but her and Arden would care.

"Slytherin in possession!" Lee had to go on commentating like he had also not paid attention to Harry's odd movements, "Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet - passes Bell—hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose—only joking, Professor—Slytherins score."

The entire course of Slytherins erupted into cheers. Romina did the same but she couldn't help feel worried over Harry. For some reason, he kept flying up and up. It wasn't until his broom began nearly thrashing against him did everyone finally notice him. Then, the broom jerked and poor Harry nearly let go. Only one hand maintained him in the air. At one point, Fred and George tried retrieving him but the broom seemed to have a mind of its own and flew higher than the twins. They then attempted to do the opposite and flew lower in case Harry actually fell and they could catch him.

Romina stared at Harry, terrified, he might actually fall and not be caught by the Weasley twins. But suddenly, just like that, Harry regained control and clambered back on his broom. He then sped down, like he had a mission hitting the ground. Romina crinkled her nose in disgust when she thought she saw Harry eating a bug. When he crashed on the ground, his teammates surrounded him to help him but in the end the crowd heard Harry shouting 'I've got the Snitch!'

As soon as he waved the golden snitch, the crowd - but Slytherins - shouted their cheers. Gryffindors won by one hundred and seventy points...to sixty.

~0~

After much debate, Snape had been concluded to be the prime culprit of bewitching Harry's broom in the Quidditch game. All this was being transferred to Romina through Hermione, after the two girls were dismissed from their History of Magic class.

"That makes no sense!" Romina shook her head. She was beginning to tire of voicing her disagreement when it came to Snape. "Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?"

"I don't know but I saw him mumbling the curse, I swear," Hermione promised, and Romina hated to acknowledge that Hermione wasn't one to make things up like that. "And we're sure Hagrid knows more than he's letting on too. You know the three-headed creature guarding the trapdoor?"

"Allegedly."

"It's Hagrid's! He named it Fluffy!"

Romina cracked a smile. "That sounds like something Hagrid would do."

"Well, of course. He bought him from someone last year and now he's let Dumbledore use him to guard whatever is down the trapdoor."

"This all sounds far-fetched," Romina stopped just by the staircase leading to the Great Hall. "I just can't believe that a professor would want to go against Dumbledore."

Hermione groaned and threw her head back. "Because he's your head of House. I know—"

"It's not that!" Romina frowned at her. "Can't you just accept that it was ridiculous?"

Hermione seemed to take that as a challenge, and no one had yet to win against her. "We know there's something Snape wants and we know that something is being hidden. Does the name Nicholas Flamel ring a bell?"

Romina's eyebrows knitted together. "No."

"Hagrid accidentally told us he and Dumbledore were hiding something. So we know that there is something."

"Hagrid said that?" Romina dreaded with guilt to think she was beginning to sound truly wrong.

"Mhm. He did. Now do you believe us?" Hermione awaited with an aura of triumph radiating off her.

Romina sighed. "I believe that there is something being guarded...but I refuse to believe professor Snape is trying to steal it."

Hermione did not falter. She gave a sharp look in Romina's direction. "Okay. It's a start. But now we have to start looking into this Nicolas Flamel dude. Would you help?"

"With that of course," Romina nodded her head.

"Romina! Romina!" they suddenly heard Arden crying out. Romina and Hermione looked to their left to see Arden running towards them from across. She seemed out of breath and with blotchy red skin. "They're all saying it's your fault!"

"What?" Romina barely registered Arden's words considering they were stuck between pants.

Arden stopped at the base of the staircase, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. This, however, did not stop her from talking. "They're saying—" she panted, "Everyone! They're saying that it's your f-fault!"

"My fault? About what?"

"The broomstick!" Arden waved wildly. "Harry's broomstick! They're saying - it was you! You bewitched it!"

Romina nearly fell over from the surprise of such words. "What!? Why would anyone say that!?" Hermione immediately put her hands up when Romina threw an accusing look her way.

Pansy appeared out of nowhere but looked the exact opposite of Arden. She was ecstatic. "I didn't know you could actually do that kind of magic, Oswell! Look at you! You'll be a brilliant witch!"

Romina ignored Pansy when she started noticing other students giving her strange looks while they walked past her. Some of them were mumbling things and Romina swore she'd heard 'her parents' in some of those whispers. Had they begun to finally talk about her to the point of having the entire school know about her?

"Oh…" Romina didn't know what to do, but thankfully Hermione was there to help her.

"We should go to class, c'mon," Hermione pulled on Romina's arm. "Quirrell won't like us being there late."

"But what do they mean about your parents?" Arden asked while Hermione pulled Romina down the staircase. "Rom?"

"Stop pestering her!" Hermione finally snapped and shushed Arden up. With her head raised, she dragged Romina with her.

Arden scowled and watched after the two. "Granger knows what's going on." Her eyes widened and she quickly turned to Pansy. "Do you know what it is?" The way Pansy's lips stretched into a smirk, indicating she knew a thing or two. Arden put her hands on her hips. "Spill, Parkinson."

~0~

When Romina and Hermione entered their DADA class, Romina felt truly horrible when everyone's chatter ceased and she became the center of everyone's attention. Romina thanked the Gods Harry wasn't there yet.

"What do you want?" Hermione snapped at them and had every single student quickly turn in their seats to face the board. "That's what I thought."

Romina swallowed hard and followed Hermione down the class to their seats. As soon as they sat down, Romina heard a familiar, snarky voice enter the room. There was a sudden fury inside her, with a twinge of betrayal, and pushed herself up.

"What are you doing?" Hermione whispered.

Romina ignored her and walked towards the desks in the back. "I can't believe you would tell everyone about me."

Draco looked away from his goons with a complete, justified, scowl. "Excuse you?"

"You knew about me before everyone started talking. Now all of a sudden everyone claims I bewitched Harry's broom during his Quidditch game?"

"People knew you the moment McGonagall read your name to be sorted," Draco snapped. "It was only a matter of time till people started making up lies about you."

Romina was about to sourly retort when the last of Draco's words caught her attention. "Lies? You...you don't think I bewitched Harry's broom?"

The loud scoff Draco gave was more than enough an answer. "You? Bewitch Potter's broom?"

Romina mouthed an 'okay' as she looked away, flushed. "Alright then. My bad."

"Yes, your bad," Draco meant to make her feel guilty for her free-throw accusation. "When I do things, I like to have my work credited."

Romina mocked-glared his way. "Thanks."

"Listen, I told you this would happen. Now it's only a matter of time till Potter gets a wisp of it and then…poof! There goes your little friendship."

Romina's mock glare turned into an actual glare when she realized there was a hint of satisfaction in Draco. "You're enjoying this."

"Kind of, yeah," Draco shrugged. "See, because when Potter finds out, he'll be upset and then he'll break all ties with you and prove I was right."

"Harry wouldn't do that," Romina pushed herself up.

"Ah, and now I get to prove that's wrong too," Draco smirked. "Anything else you want to say? Argue for?"

Romina growled and stalked back to her seat. Hermione was quietly reading her classbook, and didn't need to look up to see how upset Romina was. "How you thought talking to Malfoy would make this any better, I have no clue. I hope you learned your lesson."

"I thought it was him, alright," Romina planted an elbow on her desk and rested her cheek over her palm.

"Plausible," Hermione turned the page of her book.

"But false."

Hermione finally looked at Romina, a bit of sympathy in her eyes. "You're going to have to tell Harry about this. Now, probably."

Romina let her head drop.

~0~

By the end of the school day Romina had heard everything she could have possibly done to bewitch Harry's broom. Some innocent ones accused her of trying to sabotage Gryffindor's chance of winning while others went more extreme by saying it was the dark arts instinct to kill the lone Potter like Voldemort had wanted. Romina honestly didn't think things would get that bad...but she also suspected it wouldn't stop there. People she already knew were beginning to look the other way when she would walk by, or worse - they would turn and hurry away from her like she had another curse waiting to go.

It came as no surprise when Daphne Greengrass came to warn Romina there was a group of students waiting to 'speak' with her outside in the courtyard. What Daphne failed to mention - probably due to her own fear - was that Harry was one of the students there.

"You don't have to…" Hermione caught Romina by the arm when they saw the group across.

"You're the one that said I needed to talk to Harry," Romina put on her bravest, calmest voice. In truth, she considered running in the other direction.

"Yes but not like this," Hermione said with a sharpened look in the direction of the accusers. "They probably already formed their own speculations, no doubt all wrong."

Romina sucked in a breath and, with her head held up high, she walked down the small steps and approached the group. "H-Harry what's...happening?" Her eyes flickered from one angry face to the next.

"You know what it is," spoke up one blonde Hufflepuff girl. "It's only right Harry knew too."

Romina momentarily glared. Harry seemed unsure and, frankly, a bit awkward being flanked by so many people. "R-Romina, I...I heard some...things...about you…" he couldn't quite get his words out in one go. "They...they're all saying…"

"That it was me who bewitched your broom, I know," Romina couldn't help send more glares to the students around him. "Thanks for getting my version by the way. Really sticking to the fair justice system around here."

"Are you joking?" A tall, brunette Ravenclaw boy scoffed. "What sort of justice can be done for the daughter of the worst death eaters?"

Harry couldn't quite understand it but he knew there was something Romina was refusing to tell him and it hurt him that it had to come from others, strangers, instead. "Death Eaters?" he waited expectantly for Romina to elaborate.

Romina faltered for a second but there were no more chances to run and defer the inevitable. "Death Eaters are what they called you-know-who's followers."

Harry's eyes widened. "A-and your parents...they were…"

"Are," corrected the same Ravenclaw boy. "They're sitting in Azkaban as we speak, paying for their crimes - one of which had to do with your parents, Harry."

Harry's head whipped in the boy's direction. "What?" His passive expression disappeared at that moment and suddenly his face joined the accusations of the other's students. "What's he mean by that, Rom?"

Romina pursed her lips together and bit her tongue to keep her tears well tucked inside. "I-I…"

"Just tell him already!" went a Gryffindor ginger.

"Stop acting so innocent!" went another.

"Alright!" Romina exclaimed, her breath suddenly shaky. "Harry I'm so sorry, but...my parents...they helped to...to find where...your parents lived."

There was a flash of shock across Harry's face, but it was all soon replaced by utter fury. "It was your parents who found them?"

"I-I'm not sure how it happened! My aunt and uncle have never been so specific! I just know that they managed to find out the place where your parents were hiding out and…"

"They told him...didn't they?" Harry gritted his teeth.

Romina bit her lip and nodded her head. "I'm so sorry."

"How could you have not told me!? We've been friends since we were seven!"

"I didn't know any of that when I met you!"

"But when you did...you couldn't even tell me? Tell me that your parents...helped kill mine…"

Hermione couldn't stand watching this go on. She ran towards them, begging for some calmness. Arden soon showed up but remained by the steps, dreadfully looking ahead. The students were beginning to lash against Romina and not even Hermione could stop them.

"You've got the Dark Arts in you already!"

"You're the worst!"

"How could she even be allowed to come here!?"

"What's going on?" Pansy stepped up beside Arden, curiously looking ahead.

"Oswell's getting creamed out there," Draco had also arrived after hearing talks of a confrontation happening.

Angel soon joined them and was horrified by the sight. "What for?"

"They know about her parents," Arden answered gravely.

"I told her this would happen," Draco gave a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Angel's head snapped in his direction. "What do you mean? Do you know what's going on over there?"

Draco shrugged. "It's not rocket science. Didn't you parents ever tell you about the Dark Lord and his followers?"

Arden instantly glared at him. "I can't believe you're happy about this! She's one of us!"

Draco looked her over with a scoff. "One of us," he pointed at himself, Angel then Pansy, "Yeah. You? Not so much."

"Knock it off!" Angel snapped at him.

Arden rolled her eyes. She knew very well that he and Pansy, along with a good part of the Slytherin house, disapproved of anyone from muggleborn descent but she could honestly care less. "Fine, whatever. But we have to go help her. There's four of us!"

"Are you mad? That's not my problem!" Pansy shook her head and ran off.

"Three of us," Arden scowled.

"Two of you," Draco corrected. "I told Oswell she would figure out who her real circle was. She didn't listen."

Arden huffed as he too walked away. "You're all awful people!"

"C'mon Arden," Angel said, determinant walking towards the scene.

"If you could all just listen!" Hermione's voice carried over soon after.

"Granger, you're smart, you can't defend the daughter of Death Eaters!" went the Gryffindor girl beside Harry.

"It is to my knowledge that there are plenty of Death Eaters' children currently enrolled in this school," Hermione began matter-of-factly. "And that's just what they are. They're their children. They're innocent. Romina has done nothing wrong and she certainly didn't bewitch Harry's broom and he knows it."

"That's not what I'm upset about," Harry snapped, glaring daggers at Romina.

"I couldn't figure a way to tell you, Harry!" Romina continued trying to argue. "How do I tell my best friend that my parents helped kill your parents? There's just no way."

"Those are all excuses," Harry waved his arms.

"Maybe she didn't want to tell him," spoke someone in the crowd. "Keep it her secret!"

"Shut up!" Romina was close to breaking.

"What is going on out here?" McGonagall arrived to break them all up. Her dark eyes were sweeping over the group suspiciously. "A student informed me there was some sort of fight going on…?" But she was overly surprised to find Harry and Romina being the ones in the stand off. "Potter, Oswell, is there anything either of you want to say?"

"She's said it all, professor," Harry would not take his dagger-glare off Romina, not even to look at McGonagall.

Romina shook her head and turned the other way, not giving anyone else the chance to say something more to her, and ran off.

"Romina!" Hermione called after her but didn't chase after her since she saw Angel and Arden going after her anyways. She figured Romina would be headed to their House common room.

~ 0 ~

Dinner had come and gone and anyone who knew Romina didn't find it surprising that the raven-haired girl failed to show up.

"I should go get her," Arden said after the tenth time she looked to the Great Hall's entrance just in case Romina had decided to come out for dinner. They had failed to reach Romina before she entered her dorm. After that, there was no getting her to come out, much less talk with anyone.

"I'll come with," Angel made himself ready as well.

"She's not coming, let it go," Draco said, completely unbothered as he took a drink from his goblet.

Arden rolled her eyes. "Of course you don't care. Must be a pureblood thing."

"Easy there, King. Don't ever forget your place," Draco shot her a look of clear dislike.

"Malfoy, quit it," Angel warned him. "Romina's our friend and we need to make sure she's okay."

Draco rolled his eyes. Angel was tiring sometimes but after knowing him for years, Draco learned to tolerate him and overlook his flaws...for the most part. "What I meant was that she's not coming because everyone is still giving her the looks. You really think she's going to step out after what happened today?"

"I had hoped," Arden glanced once more at the entrance.

"She cares too much what people think—she gets overwhelmed with it, actually."

"How would you know that?"

"Because I have eyes and I used them when she was in the courtyard. That's why I sent McGonagall there. Another minute and Oswell would have cracked in front of everybody. Slytherin's — and more importantly Purebloods — don't crack." Draco's face, and tone, had sharpened with his last words, needing to make it absolutely clear that those were traits that must always be upheld. Romina was a smart girl, she would learn that rule fast and join the rest of them.

However, his intentions had flown over Arden's head because in his attempt to make himself clear, he had inadvertently let something else slip. "You were the one who called professor McGonagall?"

For a split moment, Draco had faltered and then he completely pushed past it, construing a quick answer to dismiss Arden. "I had to otherwise Oswell would have made a complete fool of herself. She's an Oswell — part of the pureblood circle — and we have to take care of each other. You, wouldn't understand that."

Arden snorted, rolling her eyes at Draco. "Whatever. I just heard that you do care and I'll take it." And so Arden snagged a couple of biscuits from the table and got up. "I won't tell Romina so don't worry. Your secret's safe with us."

Thinking she'd find Romina most likely in their room, Arden was surprised and a bit confused when she saw Romina sitting on the ground, right against one of the couches, doing homework.

"Is that potions you're doing?" Arden leaned over the couch armrest. "For next week? You're doing homework in advance!?"

Romina shrugged and very monotonously replied with, "I'm not going to sit here and cry while everyone else out there is pointing and gossiping about me. I'm not giving them the satisfaction."

"I like that mindset," Arden pointed and took a seat on the couch just beside Romina. "But skipping dinners? You know no one at our table would ever gossip about you...least not in the way the others are."

"Of course they wouldn't," Romina rolled her eyes. "I must be their frickin hero or something."

"Well, between you and me, Daphne's been giving these little fearful looks…" Arden trailed off when she saw Romina stop writing, of course being upset to be hearing that one of their friends was doubting, "...but that's totally off the record. On another note, Pansy is probably your biggest fangirl right now."

"Surprisingly that doesn't make me feel better…" Romina continued writing.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Arden sighed and lowered the biscuits in her hand. "Take some. You should eat something."

Romina considered it for a second before shooting Arden a grateful look. She'd been hungry but hadn't dared come out after the spectacle earlier in the day. She just wasn't ready to face everyone yet.

"Rom, I feel I should tell you that I know about your parents now," Arden said quietly, and missed Romina flinch while she looked down at her lap. "I-I sort of had Pansy tell me everything she knew."

Romina sighed. "I can only imagine it."

"Did your parents really do what...what you said they did...to Harry's parents?"

Romina nodded and swallowed what she'd bit off the biscuit. "Uncle Lyonel and Aunt Sage never told me exactly how they did it, but...I just know that they were able to get the whereabouts of Harry's parents through a double-spy. Those people - the people who are biologically related to me—they are bad people, Arden."

"They're your parents…"

"They are not!" Romina snapped suddenly and of course Arden was hushed for the next seconds. The biscuit in Romina's hand was abandoned for a minute as she explained, in a much nicer way, what she meant. "Elora and Caplan Oswell may have given me life...but they are never going to be my parents. I swear that on my life."

Arden had never seen Romina so fierce in all the time that they'd known each other. Then again, the last time Arden checked, neither of them were witches and Romina's parents had always been just 'dead'. Never in her life did she imagine Romina's parents had been sitting in the most guarded prison of the Wizarding community.

A/N:

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