𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘, 𝘥. 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺

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▬▬ six; the spell.
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DAYS TURNED INTO weeks and Lauren was still in Paris. She spent everyday cleaning and fixing Agatha's place and when it was back to normal she decided to stay. Her excuse was that she had to water the plants but that wasn't it. She knew deep down that she had to help her friends, but still, winter came around and she didn't even plan on going to Hogwarts.

She wasn't scared to go back. She was just... She just really wanted to stay here. Being around Agatha's memory made her feel so close to a family again. It felt like Lauren had been alone for so long and now she found a place where she felt taken care of. It felt somehow like Agatha still wanted to take care of Lauren. And her mother Stella felt even closer by every day she spent here. She found photos and old diaries from Agatha and Stella together.

This was starting to become a new daydream for Lauren to get stuck in. A fantasy world where Lauren was almost a normal girl.

Except she wasn't.

She grabbed the coat that was a bit too big for her and left the apartment. Going to boutiques and buying new flowers and food had become a routine now. The snow was falling and the streets all white and glistening as the sun shone at it. But it was cold. Just as cold as England at this time of the year.

The older workers behind the desk had started to recognize the girl. And rumours in language Lauren couldn't understand was running around with the whisky breeze. People had noticed Agatha's disappearance, but no one knew the woman or really cared to dig out the truth. Instead, they wondered if this girl who lived in the old woman's apartment was a daughter or just someone who bought the place after Agatha.

Lauren couldn't care less about what people would think. The glances people gave her weren't dirty, just curious, so it couldn't have affected Lauren any less.

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He walked quickly down from the castle grounds to Hogsmeade. He kept his hands low as he pushed his hands further into his pockets to try to keep them warm. Inside his jacket, he had a small package pressed against his chest.

As the footsteps behind him increased he was making himself less and less a human. He tried to let the cold just freeze his heart into something too numb to feel bad about this and he had clouded his head so much lately that he didn't question his actions anymore. This wasn't him, it wasn't Draco Malfoy. This was a lost boy following the only guidance he had found.

As he stepped into the Broomstick he was hit by warmth and a sweet honey smell. The many students and Hogsmeade villagers didn't seem to notice his arrival, and he was thankful for that. 

He kept his head lowered as he hurried to the bathroom. When he had stepped inside and reached to close to the door he met the green-eyed boy's suspicious glare as he sat with his two friends. Harry didn't get a chance to even think about Draco before he spotted the Professor he was eager to talk to.