Esmeralda Avery looked up at the gloomy Parisian sky above her. The grey clouds swirled in endless circles, releasing rain that slowly pattered onto her cheeks.
It had been twelve long years since she had set foot in England.
Twelve long years sin...
Heresy Heh-ruh-see (Noun) Opinion profoundly at odds with what is generally accepted.
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Walkin' out of town Lookin' for a better place Something's on my mind Always in my head space But I know some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin and bone Hello, welcome home
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(Sequel to Hiraeth)
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Esmerelda Avery glanced to her side to see Regulus Black stood beside her, gripped his hand, and took her first step back on British soil in over a decade.
"Are you ready for this?" Regulus asked as he followed in suit. She nodded, "Oh, yeah."
Esmerelda and Regulus were back, and they were ready to fix things once and for all.
