After Dark, Fri, 14 June, '94 —High Street, Alley near The Florist Potts
Black sheep, cryin' those rebel tears
It's a battle to survive these lonely years
Black sheep, you live up to your name
You've been told for way too long that you're the one to blame
It's a battle to survive these lonely years
Black sheep, you live up to your name
You've been told for way too long that you're the one to blame
Anne's escape from her room was simple, thanks to a harmonious alignment with Mum's work schedule (which is just another reason to love astronomy). She knew her maps well and relished how easy it was to figure out the patterns of the city watch. It also made her want to be an auror twice as much to make sure someone actually patrolled the streets.
Waiting, her wand in hand, Anne smirked when her absolute dolt of a rival arrived. "Took your time there. What've you got, girl?"
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