Golden Daffodils (rewriting)

by cloudyapplejuice

Jo's been aware of the fluttering warmth inside her since her reincarnation. Still, when a peculiarly familiar, tall, and prim woman garbed in emerald robes of a fabulous and decadent velvet enters her home, she hadn’t imagined she was in Harry Potter. Jo barely even remembers shit about Harry Potter. 2025: (fin. rewriting ch1-2)

8. Chapter 8

Jo had thought she was over it.

And with the realisation, she felt the corner of her dry lips downturn into a slight, self-deprecating smile.

Clearly, she was wrong.