*** "I've been getting lost in translation Trouble keeping up communication We were having fun, now I can't wait to be done It feels like I'm the only one that's sick of playing" - Lost in Translation, The Neighbourhood.
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Chapter 5/7: Analysis of Tom Riddle's first Deatheaters.
INTRODUCING... ANYA ROWLE,
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...THE SEER.
"Divination is a mirror, reflecting what is here and what is there."
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Anya Rowle was greatly acclaimed as a girl of incredibly... contentious behaviour. Not many students at Hogwarts were willing to converse with her, or even do so much as sit beside her in lessons or the Great Hall.
That, chiefly, was due to the undeniable fact that Anya Rowle was an unnerving individual. Word of mouth travelled, and promptly informed that Rowle knew everything about everyone — Nobody could escape her insightful gaze.
That was not to say that Anya wasn't admired, though — many considered the girl of considerable beauty. Her tresses, elegantly fawn, fell in gorgeous loose ringlets, framing her soft face. Spots of claret coated her cheeks all times of day, painting her a flushed expression, brightening her complexion, contrasting the paleness of her skin. Above all, her mystique eyes caught the attention of many, adopting a striking azure shade which always enchanted and locked people into her captivating aura.
Yet, there's always a fool who doesn't end up learning their lesson about trying to figure her out; Whenever they get particularly nosy and try to spin the tale, their prying eye is always unsuccessful fathoming anything about Anya. Her life, or so it seemed, was one prodigious mystery. She rarely spoke, seldom interacted, hardly ever contributed in a lesson – except for one, and one only; Divination.
