Everyone knew Charle was the master of mischief in the Weasley home.

"This time, Sir Cadagon would surely win her over."

"The snow brought a bitter winter chill with it, and Luna had a feeling that this winter would be harsh."

The potion would react with the water, erupting in a fiery explosion. Boom.

Ryan closed his eyes. "Please tell me this isn't about Victoire."

It had to be some sort of mistake. Second. She had come in second.

"Of course." Sirius clapped his hands once and grinned. "Right then. First order of business: bachelor's party."

"People behave differently in public because you have to stand up straight, but behind closed doors, you can slouch."

"Charlie had been with girls of all shapes and sizes, from different countries and backgrounds—but this one was different. He didn't just want her. He needed her."

"Dolores Umbridge looked once more at the papers on her desk, hoping that this time, the seemingly meaningless lines scrawled across the page would make sense to her."

The pressure that let up at times returned, and she was drowning again, held under the water and yet somehow still on fire, being consumed and left as a shell drifting through the endless ocean, empty and alone. Warning: The Following Story contains scenes that could be potentially triggering to certain readers.