⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉
𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝Tainted (verb); to spoil something,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ especially food or blood, by adding
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a harmful substance, or to spoil
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ p...
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. The sun had barely risen at all, yet Alexandra and the others had already left the Burrow, its silhouette no longer visible due to the trees that surrounded the Weasley's party as they trekked through the nearby forest.
While others had found it harder to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, leaving the comfort of their assigned beds at what many found fit to call 'an ungodly hour', Alexandra had been the first to rise from bed and get ready for the day. The blonde was currently walking beside Blaise Zabini, the pair of friends being the only ones who did not pester Mr. Weasley in regards their whereabouts or the distance between their current location and the planned destination.
Mr. Weasley, just like some of his sons, was tired, that much was as clear as it was visible; the bags underneath his eyes were rather prominent and his posture was rather slouched, a drastic contrast to his usual carefree demeanour. Alexandra knew that the journey alone mustn't have been the sole reason for all his tension; the poor man had been working longer lately, for, according to Molly Weasley, the Ministry of Magic had been requesting his services more often than normal.
A soft breeze caused Alexandra's hair to blow in the wind, the ends tickling the already shivering Blaise. The blonde girl couldn't help but smile, welcoming the cold morning air that brought chills throughout her body while tilting her head toward the sky, inhaling deeply and sighing in relief as the smell of wet grass reached her nostrils.
There was something about nature that had always fascinated Alexandra, for nature was both chaos and order, a perfect balance of opposites that did not require any additional help in order to coexist. Many times in her life, Alexandra had found herself envying such beauty, for she had never found complete peace within herself. The blonde often sought refuge among trees and creatures, for she had found that whenever she felt the storm within her brew stronger, the mere presence of greenery alone could brighten her spirit.
The corners of Alexandra's lips tugged upward as soon as she felt an additional presence beside her, an arm draping around her shoulders as Blaise stepped back, yet not without sparing the blonde a teasing smirk to which she simply replied by rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Being rather chipper, aren't we?" Fred mused, his hand resting on the blonde's opposite shoulder.
Alexandra wasn't given the chance to reply, for a grey-haired man, who was standing a few feet before them, bellowed, "Arthur! It's about time, son!".
"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." The blonde couldn't help but smirk due to Mr. Weasley's jab at Ron's refusal to leave his bed for breakfast. "This, is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works with me, at the Ministry." Suddenly, a rather tall looking teen jumped off the large tree above them landing as gracefully as a phoenix would. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?".
