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I see her in the lift sometimes, that Auror. She comes down to lunch from one of the floors I'll never get access to. No one trusts a sneak, not even organisations that take their information. Not even me.
Everyone plays with their face though, including me. If I work hard, and keep my mind on it all day, I can illusion the scars away. But I don't get to change for free and she does. I like to imagine her smiling at me, from all the different faces: hers and mine without the scars, and Cho's, and even Granger's.
elevator doors closing by irina slutsky