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" I have seen what the darkness does
Say goodbye to who I was
I ain't never been away so long
Don't look back them days are gone
Follow me into the...
" I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones
It keeps my veins hot, the fires find a home in me "
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--CHAPTER THREE--
July 21, 1977
Thursday
Arabella Goldstein was never a fan of waking up in the morning.
She would throw fits if someone woke her up before 7:30 am. Many people knew not to poke the beast when she was sleeping, but of course, no one in 1977 knew that. So, when someone tried to wake her the next morning, they received a pillow to the face.
"Ouch," the mysterious voice said.
When Arabella heard this, her eyes snapped open, and she quickly turned around. And there she was, Madam Pomfrey, holding a pillow looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"Oh, Madam, I am so sorry. It's a habit." Arabella smiled sheepishly.
The Madam Pomfrey she knew would have thrown the pillow right back to her because they were so comfortable with each other. But now everything was different.
"That's quite alright, Miss Goldstein. Just please, in the future, refrain from throwing pillows."
"I'll keep that in mind; also, you can call me Arabella or Bella. Whatever you prefer. Miss Goldstein makes me sound super old."
The matron of the hospital wing just nodded and smiled. She continued to tell Arabella what potions to drink, and she showed her where the bathrooms were so she could get ready to see Dumbledore.
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Arabella grunted as she got up. How she was still alive was a mystery to her. When she pressed her bare feet on the cold flagstone, she flinched in response. Seeing as she hadn't properly walked in a week, her legs felt like jelly beneath her, waiting to give out at any moment.
Once she got her footing, Arabella grabbed her bag and the towel that Madam Pomfrey left. She slowly made her way over to the bathroom, making sure she was holding onto the beds' railings so she wouldn't fall.
Arabella seemed not to trust her legs at the moment.
The bathroom was too bright, like the rest of the hospital wing. Arabella hated hospitals. It reminded her of moments in her life that she wished to forget. She never wanted to step foot into any medical center again, but here she was.
