DEATH WAS FASTER than falling asleep, apparently, because she looked peaceful in her slumber, her eyelids closed over her brown eyes, her lips red and about to crack a smile as they always were. And the cheeks, fairly tinted with a breath of life.

It just then occurred to Olivia that she would never hear tinkling laughter from those lips anymore, or the glares from her eyes, and not even the blush that occurred when Oliver Wood pasted by them, the blush that Olivia would tease her for.

Olivia didn't cry. She was close to crying, her lips trembling and her hands shaking furiously as they laid Noora Alfarsi into the ground, six feet under.

Slytherins don't cry, her mind whispered, and Olivia tilted her chin up, like she didn't care about the Gryffindor's death.

The death of Noora Alfarsi is one that resulted in absolute despair, not matter how much she wanted the two lovers to have sanguinity, but they only had consternation.

There's that boy that wouldn't give up,
and there's that girl who already did, a long time ago.

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Oliver Wood portrayed by Tom Webb

❝ Fucking Slytherin ❞

Olivia Shacklebolt portrayed by Zara Shahidi

❝ I will shove that broomstick up your ass ❞

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Dedication: to my fellow potter head and dreamer for believing in the
impossible, no matter what happened.
Love you lots.
Sofia360z

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