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The Accusation at the Fishmongers
For a tense moment, they all stared silently before the young man cocked his head and looked her up and down. "Are you sure she is the one, Remus? She doesn't seem his type."
Elaine tossed her head indignantly, sending her straw colored hair swinging. "I have nothing to say to you—and if you insist on bothering me I'll speak to a constable." she scowled to hide the flutter of fear in her heart.
"Don't worry, we can help—he won't be able to hurt you again."
"Utter rubbish. You are mistaking me for someone else." She stormed away.
Straw, #49