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The Fugitive on the Back Steps
There were only two things she needed—the first was to leave the carefully woven scarf folded on her bed with Severus's name pinned to it and the second was her fern colored coat.
She stroked Merlin's head and eased herself through the kitchen door. She was acting purely on instinct, wild and frightened. Surely it would be better to flee than to lose the precious memories of the last months. Perhaps she could travel to her sister's home in New York and attempt to recover herself and mend her heart if there was any of it left to repair.
Fern, #76