Chapter 51
You slowly put your makeup on and braided your hair. You looked back at yourself and forced a smile before leaving the bathroom, as you heard the kettle whistle in the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen and gave the kettle a sharp tap with your wand. You sat down at the table, watching the kettle fill your tea cup as you picked up the newspaper. It had been a little over a year since the "Apocalypse" as the nonmagical community had called it. A long, bitter year. While the rest of the world sang and celebrated you wept and hid yourself away. Camille said time would repair the hole in your heart. But she had been wrong. So very wrong. Heartache was with you like breathing. Sometimes you could still hear Ramsay's malicious chuckle. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you could see hi
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