Annabella Ariana Grindelwald, daughter of the Criminal Gellert Grindelwald, and traitor Queenie Goldstein.
Age 17, eyes the color of the deepest purple, and hair white as snow.
But with all that beauty came equal amount of pain.
Anna spent five and...
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"Michelle...Michelle...you are a monster from hell." -Sir Chloe
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Annabelles dorm room.
Sirius stood as still as a board, his face composed and his head held high.
Anna concentrates on her painting, ever now and then she glances up at Sirius, their eyes meeting unintentionally.
Sirius swallows harshly, standing in one position wasn't the problem for Sirius, it was the easiest part.
The hardest part was being here all alone with Anna, with her eyes heavy on him. He was her sole focus and his heart would pound in his chest at the thought.
Annabelle smiles, pulling back. "I'm done." Anna says, proudly.
Sirius breaths out in relief, completely relaxing, rolling his shoulders back and moving towards Anna, his eyes landing on the painting, his lips falling open.
"This is brilliant Bella." Sirius breaths
Anna smiles and she turns to face Sirius only for her breath to hitch when she sees how close they were.
Sirius's eyes darken with emotion, his eyes move down to her lips. "I-I'm glad you like it." Anna mumbles
Sirius clears his throat and he nods, stepping back.
....
Anna smiles as she finds Remus waiting for her. Anna skips over to the young werewolf.
Anna brightens considerably. "Hey handsome, don't we have defense against the dark arts next?" Anna asks
Remus chuckles and he nods, gently grabbing Anna's hand and he leads her to their next class.
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Defense Against the Darks arts Class.
The tables have been cleared out the Professor stands before a long dark closet. His hands swaying at his sides, waiting for everyone to settle down. "Welcome class!" The Professor announces happily
The tall wardrobe rattles violently, many students regard it warily.
"Intriguing, yes? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?" The Professor asks "That's a Boggart, Professor." Dorcas answers proudly
"Very good, Ms. Meadows. Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like?" The Professor asks
Lily holds her head high as she answers. "No one knows, it's said that the boggart is different for everyone, it takes the form of what you fear most." Lily says
"Excellent Ms. Evans! Ten points to Gryffindor. I especially loved your paper." The Professor praises
