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One More Summer...
Minerva lay in her slumber. When she was awake, she watched the fight closely, when she was asleep, her thoughts tumbled about her head in an unorderly disarray. She kept getting flashes, flashes of what appeared to be a summer long ago, where she was studying hard, hoping to pass her examinations.
Then another summer, where she was crying, it appeared out of happiness as she had passed her exams, yet also out of sadness as she was leaving a castle. Though she remembered little of this castle, in her sleep, Minerva felt a feeling of comfort and home, as her mind's eye gazed upon the picture.
Then this summer, where her mind lingered far longer than necessary. She saw a hazy image of her and a gentleman, she couldn't be sure, but she thought it could be the auburn haired gentleman. She tried hard to make out the fuzzy shapes and colours in the picture, but to no avail. Then, she saw herself on a street corner, waiting by a shady looking building. Then, she saw her career for what seemed like forever. Her and various men. Her and Grindelwald. Her and the Frenchmen. The Frenchmen who was the auburn haired man fighting her master, Grindelwald. Her master, no. It didn't feel like that now, for now she was wiser, she understood that prostitution hadn't been her career all her life, she was destined for more, destined for a life with the auburn haired gentleman. Minerva now knew that Grindelwald was not her master. She was the master of herself.