Delilah had to be dragged out of bed when the middle of exams hit, the past two days of tests had been kicking her ass. Not so much mentally, but having to get up early and sit through boring test was exhausting. They wouldn't even let her nap when she finished early.

Today though, she had Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was definitely not looking forward to today. She knew she'd do well, but what was awaiting at the end of the test had her nerves in a jumble.

They were to go through a maze set up on the Quidditch field, a series of tasks littered throughout. At the end a boggart was waiting, just bursting with excitement to torment students with their worst fears.

She had tried her hardest to get out of that, even asking for an exemption from the exam in total. Slughorn wouldn't hear it, rambling how if she wanted a job in the Department of Mysteries, she had to toughen it up. She felt like punching him.

Dumbledore couldn't really do anything either, he wasn't her head of house, and it would be considered unfair if he gave her a pardon. It wasn't like any other student was looking forward to seeing their nightmares brought to life.

"For the love of Merlin and Morgana, will you get up?" Olive sighed and threw a pillow at Delilah, hitting her square in the face.

"Since when are you a morning person?" She yawned, forcing herself to sit up. "I don't want to miss breakfast... and I'm planning on taking a last sneak peak at Tom's notes." The brunette raised a brow as Delilah flinched slightly at the name.

She didn't even want to think about him or his stupid face. Delilah had been trying her best to avoid him at all cost. Seeing as she was not willing to accept the truth that was dangling above her head like a glinting guillotine.

It was only a matter of time before the rope was released and the blade came swinging down.

She thanked every deity in existence when they walked into the Great Hall, Tom was no where to be seen.

"Damn," Olive muttered. She hated the boy, but that didn't mean she couldn't use his intellect to her advantage.

Sitting down next to Cain, Delilah grabbed some toast and began to nurse a cup of coffee. It burned her tongue, but she didn't mind. At this point, she was welcoming any distraction.

"Are you prepared for today?" Cain asked, biting into a slice of honeyed ham. Shaking her head, her eyes danced up to the enchanted ceiling. It looked like it was going to rain later, just perfect. She loved the rain, but she was in no mood to get drenched during her exam.

"You'll do brilliantly, though Riddle will get the highest score," there was a pause, "no offense."

Waving him off, Delilah took a generous bite of her toast. "I'm not really in the mood to give it my all today, to be honest I don't really care about my score."

"Don't let Slughorn hear that," he laughed, but it slowly died as he looked at her. She looked exhausted. "I don't know why Riddle even puts effort in, maybe he doesn't, I don't know. He's brilliant, shame he's throwing that all away to become a professor. He'd be wonderful in the Ministry."

"There's no shame in being a professor, look at Dumbledore. He makes the Minister look like a blundering idiot." Her eyes turned towards the staff table, but the auburn haired man was absent. Probably getting ready for the transfigurations exams today.

"But that's exactly my point, Dumbledore could be doing so much more."

Shaking her head, Delilah took another long drink of her coffee. "The Ministry is too noisy for someone with Tom's ambition."

"I would think working in the Ministry is perfect for someone with his goals. He'd have infinite connections."

"A person like him needs to keep a low profile, Tom draws too much attention, most of the time it's not even intentional." Twirling her necklace, her eyes drew towards the Hufflepuff table, a weak attempt at finding that girl. Again, she was no where to be seen.

"Think of a professor; a man with no motive. And a man with no motive is a man no one suspects. It allows them to move around freely under the radar. If you keep your opposers confused, if they don't know who you are or what you want, they're blind. They can't know what you plan to do next."

Cain stopped eating and looked at her for a moment. He never thought of it like that before. A dry chuckle left his lips and he turned back to his food.

"Merlin, you two are perfect for each other."

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As they sat high up in the stands, the breeze blowing in their hair with a promise of rain, Delilah's foot tapped incessantly. Closer and closer her name was to being called.

Her eyes danced over the vast maze, built from high walls of stone and trees. From her vantage point, she couldn't see anything useful to give her a heads up before she went in. However each student came out looking like they'd just gone through hell. Of course the end was visible to everyone, though. The universe really did hate her.

The task with the boggart would be clear to see for anyone who's watching from the stands, so far she's witnessed a variety of fears from her fellow classmates. Some vague, some terrible.

Delilah didn't know what she was ultimately afraid of, and that's what scared her. Back in third year when Lupin was the DADA professor they practiced with boggarts, hers was Voldemort, like so many other students. Times had changed however. Voldemort still scared her, but she just didn't feel that ache of terror anymore at the thought of that creature.

So what could she possibly see?

"Delilah Pontmercy."

She suddenly felt heavy as she stood up, her legs shaking as she walked down the stairs. Gripping her wand, Delilah gave a polite but pained smile to her professor. The woman wished her a good luck, and Delilah mentally wished her a restless sleep.

She really didn't want to do this.

Once she got down to the field, the entrance to the maze stood tall and daunting, well around twenty feet high, maybe twenty five.

A draft was coming from inside as well, making the dirt and grass rustle around her feet. Looking down she smiled slightly, due to the possibility of maybe needing to run, Delilah thought it appropriate for a change in shoes.

Her red high top converse were a stark contrast against the green Quidditch field.

Craning her neck up, she looked at all the students in the bleachers, either looking down in curiosity or boredom.

Her professor raised her wand, and three seconds later a bright red light shot into the sky. The timer had started.

Taking a deep breath, Delilah started forward.

The moment she stepped inside, the sky warped from clouds to a pitch black sky. A dim blue lighting made it barely visible to see five feet in front of her. "Lovely," she muttered before casting lumos.

She had been walking for maybe two minutes with no trouble, but suddenly her world turned and she hit the ground painfully hard. Something was wrapped tightly around her leg, and good god did it hurt.

Looking down, she let out a hiss of pain at the sight. A two inch thick vine of thorns was wrapped around her leg, each needle like thorn driven into her skin. That was the third pair of stockings she got ruined by blood.

Severing the vine with a charm, Delilah limped up to her feet and slowly unwrapped the vine from her leg. The sight of multiple thorns coming out of her flesh was a bit disgusting, but she was on a timer so she couldn't afford to dwell.

With a wave of her wand, the cuts healed and she took off in a sprint, keeping a more watchful eye on the ground this time.

Cutting corners quickly, Delilah managed to only run into two dead ends. However, as she rounded another corner, a blazing inferno of purple fire shot towards her. Letting out a surprised yelp, she dove across to the other isle.

"What even is this school?" She gasped out, peaking around the corner, she came to realize the fire was almost alive, in the shape of a giant serpent.

With a groan, Delilah threw her head back and caught her breath for a moment before standing up and casting a protego on herself.

"Aguamenti!" Her wand spun in her right hand and her left was splayed out, her mind solely focused on pushing the fire back as the snake lashed at her, hell bent on burning her alive.

The snake darted forward and Delilah slid back on her feet, causing a good portion of the water to fall to the floor, making the ground muddy.

An agitated groan left her lips as she yanked her wand upwards, throwing the snakes head back. Swinging down with her right arm and curving to the right, the water enveloped the massive serpent in a ball of water. It thrashed but after a moment the flames dwindled into nothing.

Delilah dropped her arms and the water evaporated seconds before it hit the floor. With a pleased smile, she was off again.

Only managing to run for about three minutes, there was a wail from somewhere to her left and Delilah skidded to a stop. Looking down the isle, it was so dark and a heavy fog was swirling through the air. There was another wail, Delilah took a single step forward before something wrapped around her neck and yanked her to the ground.

Her head was thrown back and hit the floor first, making her ears rings and stars dance. She couldn't breathe, Devil's Snare with a mind of its own was coiling around her throat.

Her hands clawed at it for a moment as she choked, her eyes wide and watering. In her state of fret and being taken off guard, she forgot for a moment that all she had to do was relax. Her chest was heaving as she suddenly stilled, and slowly the mischievous plant unwinded itself.

Shooting up, Delilah grabbed her wand and scurried away, coughing roughly as she did so. She'd definitely have bruises.

Turning back to her left, Delilah took off down the foggy isle of the maze.

There was a sound again, but it definitely did not sound like a wail. It sounded familiar but she couldn't pin point it. "What are you?-"

The whole right side of her body got slammed into and she rolled a few times on the floor. Rubbing her head, an agitated groan passed her lips as she looked up at the Acromantula.

The creatures pincers clicked excitedly as it looked down at her, an intimidating gleam to its eight eyes. She knew she should probably tame it, it was probably a few points on her exam, but she didn't have time. "Sorry, Buddy."

Waving her wand, the branches from the tall trees shot out and wrapped themselves around the beast. It made numerous sounds of protests but Delilah ran past and into the next entry way. Once she was a safe distance, she released the gigantic spider and used the branches to form a barrier so it couldn't come after her.

"I hate spiders."

Her whole body ached but she kept pushing forward, trying her best to ignore what was awaiting her at the end.

Turning right, there was a low whistle that was coming nearer and nearer, but she couldn't determine which direction it was coming from. As it grew louder and more prominent, Delilah's eyes widened as a ball of light was shooting towards her.

Dropping to her hands and knees, the ball of blinding light burried itself into the stone wall behind her, some how burning into it.

She wanted this over with, she was tired, and suddenly hungry, her stomach growling rather loudly. Delilah was about to stand up when another ball shot forward. She easily avoided it, but as she moved, she felt something cold soak through her clothes.

Furrowing her brows, Delilah looked down and saw some sort of black liquid start to ooze out of the ground. By the time she got to her feet, it was already up to her knees. "What the hell is this?"

The liquid was dense and made it hard to move, especially with her robes. With an annoyed sigh, she shrugged off her school robes and vest, leaving her in her button down and skirt. "This better not have ruined my shoes," she muttered.

Pushing through the liquid, it was now up to her stomach. She gasped when something slid between her legs, and nearly a second later something cold and slimy wrapped around her side, followed by a sharp sting.

A scream of pain tore through her clenched teeth and she tried to move as quickly as possible to the opposing wall, which was made of trees she was hoping she could climb.

Another scream left her lips as there was another agonizing blow to her side.

Reaching the tree, her shaking hands gripped the rough wood and she pulled herself out of the black liquid. Odd, she was soaked, but it merely appeared to be water.

Dragging herself over a wall, she barely had enough time to catch her breath before a strong gust of wind knocked her off. Wind ripped past her ears as she fell about twenty feet into the next isle.

Delilah fell on her already pained side and another scream ripped past her throat. Finally having the courage to look down, she choked out a yell at what was digging into her torso.

It's body was long and translucent, allowing Delilah to see her blood moving through the innards of the disgusting creature latched onto her. Her eyes were wide as she lifted shaking hands and wrapped them around the squirming leech like form.

One hand gripped its long body while the other tightened around the back of its head. Her chest was heaving and Delilah tried not to focus on all the blood she was losing.

She could do this. She's gone through worse.

"One, two, three-" and she yanked.

The scream that left her lips this time burned and scraped against her throat and the creature unlatched its jaw from her skin. It thrashed and Delilah dropped it to the floor before grabbing her wand.

Blinking away the pain, she pointed at the creature with her wand and used sectumsempra. She didn't give two shits if it was dark magic, that was dreadful.

Limping up, Delilah felt a cool breeze on the back of her neck and she screwed her eyes shut. Things just kept getting worse, but at least it was almost over.

Clearing her throat, Delilah cleaned herself off and healed her wounds. She didn't want anyone to see what a mess she was at the moment. Despite her usually ignoring such a fact, she had a reputation to uphold.

Delilah was a girl who could handle herself.

Stepping out into the open expanse, the light blinded her for a moment. It wasn't exactly sunny outside, more rain clouds had accumulated and thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance.

Her eyes passed over the stands for a moment before she looked in front of her, and she stiffened.

There were eight cloaked figures, their hoods thankfully covering the death eater masks from the crowd above.

They were stalking towards her, but confusion caused her to be rooted to the spot. Delilah didn't feel an ounce of fear in her as they neared.

A howl of laughter and the crack of a whip rang through the air then and Delilah nearly blacked out.

Anything but this, she mentally pleaded. She didn't want anyone seeing this, they had no right.

Bellatrix emerged from thin air, her cracked yellow teeth gleaming in a crazed smile. "Did you miss me?" Her voice was shrill and her hair wild.

"You're not real," the weakness in Delilah's voice was anything but comforting, and it only seemed to fuel the boggart further.

"Filthy little-"

"Riddikulus!"

Her wand was pointed squarely at Bellatrix's chest and the woman froze, glaring furiously at her and her form began to change.

Usually when a boggart is defeated, it's form turns into something one would typically find amusing. Such as Snape dressed like an old woman.

She blinked once before she was met with her change; a lifeless Bellatrix lying on the floor, wide eyed in her own pool of blood.

Delilah laughed.

Purely laughed to the point where her ribs hurt, her eyes crinkled, and her cheeks felt warm. Completely oblivious to those watching above.

Professors and students observing from the stands sat in a shocked silence, not knowing what they were watching. Or why on earth Delilah was laughing, her cries of amusement were audible even from how high they were.

Tom had stood up and walked to the edge, leaning his elbows on the railing as he observed with furrowed brows. Who was that woman on the ground? Why did Delilah feel such joy at the sight of her corpse?

He was aware she had used the killing curse, perhaps this is who she killed? He knew Delilah though, she wouldn't kill unless she had to. In using such a curse, so dark and forbidden, the caster had to mean it. So who was that woman and what did she do?

Why had Delilah never told him about her before?

What a curious little thing she was, he mused as he watched the way her golden hair gleamed despite the lack of sunshine.

When Delilah got back up to the stands, she was met with either wide eyes, or people were avoiding looking at her in total.

She wasn't really surprised, she did just laugh over a dead persons body.

Eventually Tom got called, and despite herself she stood up to get a better seat to view. He went through the trials easily, seeing as he made it across the maze in just over fifteen minutes. Everyone else took nearly thirty to forty minutes. That put Delilah in second place, she made it out in twenty two, which annoyed her.

When he emerged from the end she sat up straighter, beyond curious what his boggart would be. It would mostly likely involve death, considering what he's told her.

However, no one was able to register the sight below them before there was a flash of light. The boggart was gone, and in its place was a simple bush of white roses. Her mouth fell open slightly, how the hell did he defeat it so quickly. Yes, he's talented and is able to over come obstacles well. But these dark creatures take the form of ones greatest fear, it should be paralyzing, at least for a few seconds.

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Tom had also been avoiding Delilah ever since what happened in Potions. He didn't want to speak to her until he found a logical reasoning as to why she was what he smelt. The 'object of his affections' was something his brain wouldn't allow him to accept.

After the exam was over however, their curiosity led them back to one another and they met in one of the closed off walkways in the back courtyard just as the rain started to pour.

The moment he was within ear shot, her question tumbled from her lips. "What did the boggart look like for you?"

He didn't respond until they were standing right in front of each other, barely a foot apart. Tom easily fired back a response as he lit a cigarette, "tell me who that woman was."

One hand was shoved in his pocket while the other lifted the tobacco to his lips as he looked down at her, taking all of her in. Her wind tousled hair, the freckles on her nose a bit more pronounced since she's been outside more, the blush to her cheeks, and the annoyed gleam in her royal blue eyes.

"Never gonna happen."

Tom shrugged, holding the cigarette by his teeth as he raised a hand to brush back the hair the wind had blown into his eyes. "It appears both of our questions will go unanswered, then."

Biting her cheek, Delilah rolled her eyes and did her best to ignore how the wind was swirling the fragrance of tobacco around her. It smelt awfully appealing mixed with the fragrance of rain.

"Fine, whatever. It was probably something stupid like a dementor."

He watched as she suddenly paled and a moment later she smacked his chest, earning herself a questioning glance.

"Dementors! Fuck, I completely forgot they had them at the Ministry."

"Well if all goes smoothly, they won't be a problem."

A dry chuckle left her lips and she crossed her arms, "you have complete faith that absolutely nothing could go wrong? Since when are you an optimist?"

He grimaced slightly, "don't insult me. But yes I agree, we should prepare."

"Thank god you have me."

Tom took a drag and pulled it away from his lips, holding the smoke for a moment as he looked her up and down. As he blew the smoke from his nose, he couldn't help the near smile on his lips. Again with the never ending surprises.

"You can cast a patronus?"

Delilah shrugged but couldn't help it as her features turned slightly smug. "Like I said, I'm a fantastic witch."

Before she consciously thought about it, she gave him a wink before walking off to her next exam.

He watched her go for a moment, taking one last hit before throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it with his shoe.

"Yes, you are."

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Later the next night, the group met up in the Room of Requirement. Everyone was tired due to exams, but Delilah made it seem urgent everyone came.

"Does anyone know what the patronus charm actually is?" She asked, but was met with mostly blank stares. Tom began to open his mouth but she raised a finger to tell him to shut up.

"The patronus charm is the most famous and one of the most powerful defensive charms known to the wizarding world, it's also considered highly advanced. Which is why it's not added into any curriculum."

"Essentially, the charm conjures a magical guardian, a projection of all your most positive feelings in the form of an animal who you share an affinity with." She stepped away from the group and walked to the center of the room, she didn't know why she felt nervous.

Delilah turned towards everyone. "When you conjure it, think of your happiest memory. I'm not just saying a day you liked, I mean a moment that filled you with so much joy you couldn't even breathe."

Raising her wand, she cleared her throat, "expecto patronum!" A bright silver light shot out of her wand, temporarily blinding everyone in the room. Once their eyes adjusted, everyone watched with wide eyes as the form of a greyhound ran around, its ears perked up and alert, searching for danger. Once it concluded there was none, it blurred and disappeared.

"That was fantastic," Elio laughed, looking at Pyrrhus and Cain with some excitement.

Tom watched as Delilah began to teach Lolita and Olive how to move their wands properly. A slight gleam to his dark eyes as he watched her be the only one advanced enough in the room. Half of the teachers couldn't cast a patronus, yet there Delilah was. Performing such advanced magic with ease.

As soon as she walked away from them, with the full intent on going over to help Abraxas, Tom was suddenly standing in front of her.

"Why a greyhound?"

Craning her neck up, both were unaware of how close they were in that moment. If they inhaled deeply enough at the same time, their chests would probably brush against each other.

"The Greyhound is an intelligent, gentle creature. Sure, they're fast when need to be and are prey-driven, but for the most part, they're calm." Delilah's eyes looked to her left and saw Elio already had some bursts of light coming from his wand.

"If your Patronus is a Greyhound, you've likely been wrongly accused of laziness or indifference by those who do not understand your calm disposition. You're not lazy at all. You know exactly what you want and focus your energies on your target, but you don't chase every opportunity. This focus allows you to live peacefully with others and not let every little thing upset you."

Tom mulled it over for a moment before humming, he supposed it rather was well fitting. Though when she was pissed off, all calm composure evaporated. Seeing as she's thrown him around a room and broke a few of his ribs.

He broke from his thoughts as her laughter met his ears, making him raise his brows in question at what could be so amusing.

"Bet your ass yours will be a snake. It's painfully obvious."

Rolling his eyes, he watched as Pyrrhus waved his wand in a poor attempt at casting the charm. "A snake would be nice, but admittedly ironic."

Delilah let out another laugh and her head fell forward, since they were so close her forehead came to rest on his sternum. His lips quirked up involuntarily.

He preferred Delilah being comfortable around him, it made everything easier.

Clearing her throat, remnants of laughter made her lips tug up into a smile. "Imagine if it were a lion? Now that would be perfect; Heir of Slytherin has a lion patronus."

They both stiffened the moment she called him the heir.

"How do you know about that?"

Biting her lip, Delilah scratched the back of her neck and swallowed thickly. "Elio told me-"

"No. He said I was the heir that night, yes, but not what of. Other than that, none of the boys would dare tell you."

Well shit.

Delilah turned her head, searching for a quick excuse, and she found that as a gleam if silver white hair caught her eye. "Oh no, Abraxas that's not remotely how you're supposed to move your wand." It was a weak and frankly pathetic attempt at getting away from this conversation, but her mind was moving a mile a minute.

She went to leave but Tom stopped her, he meant to grad her arm but he wound up grabbing her hand instead. "Delilah, I think now is one of the times where you actually answer me."

Looking at their hands for a second, Delilah's mind registered how easily they molded together. "Later."

His dark eyes seemed void of any brown and became those bottomless pits, pulling her in and she gulped. She didn't want to have this conversation, she'd make something up, she just hoped it would be good enough.

"Promise," giving his hand a squeeze, she let go.

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After about an hour of everyone practicing, no one was able to get a full corporal patronus, but that was expected. It took Delilah nearly a year to get hers. Their only problem was they had only about a month till they went to the Ministry.

The ones closest however were Elio, Cain, and Lolita. They were able to produce a shadow of a figure, though no one was quite sure what animals they were yet.

Delilah was the last to leave the Room of Requirement, giving it one last once over seeing as it was their last week at Hogwarts.

With a slight sigh, she turned her back and began to walk down the dark halls, the only sound was the rattle of wind against the windows.

Making it to the third floor with no trouble, her peaceful walk was interrupted as footsteps fell in sync with hers.

"Care to explain now?" His voice was quiet, but it swirled around her, between her hair, and appeared to sink into her skin. Had it always had that slight rasp?

With a defeated sigh, Delilah shrugged and kept her gaze focused out in front of her. "It wasn't hard to put together, do you take me for an idiot?" She wasn't met with a response, showing he wasn't in the mood for her usual bantering. He wanted to get right to the point.

"Okay fine. You were put in Slytherin, have a ridiculous amount of pretentiousness and house pride, Elio flat out called you 'the heir', and you have the stereotypical blood prejudice beliefs. Plus that whole story of you in fifth year, protecting the school and what not from the heir. Even though you're it."

They came to a stop and stared at each other, he didn't appear angry, which was a relief. "And you believe you have to live up to all that nonsense, which is ridiculous. Appreciate and recognize where you come from, but never let it define you."

There was a breath of silence and he bit his cheek, "what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Where do you come from? What makes you who you are, Delilah Pontmercy; gifted witch. I know next to nothing about you, yet you seem to know everything about me."

"Perhaps that's best."

Tom took an unconscious step closer, "no, I don't think it is."

Delilah backed up and hit the wall, the cold stone shooting straight through her clothes. She could nearly feel him. "Why do all these conversations always end up with me being pushed against a wall?"

Tom raised a hand and pressed it against the space next to her head, the stone sending its own shockwaves of a chill through him. "Don't put your back to a wall, then."

"You could just not back me into one."

"I could."

Both of them failed to notice how the distance between them was dwindling by the second. Closer and closer.

"But you won't."

The smell of him filled her up like wine filled up a generous glass, nearly even making her feel intoxicated. And the smell of peppermint hit him like a train on a track.

"No, I won't."

A tingle rippled through them as their noses brushed, but the feeling left just as quickly as it came when the sound of footsteps nearing a corner met their ears.

Tom backed away from her but Delilah felt stuck to the wall.

Noticing she wasn't about to move anytime soon, he sighed through his nose and grabbed her hand, tugging her into an enclave about five feet away.

Now there was definitely no space between them, their bodies were pressed together and both seemed to be holding their breath. The footsteps grew louder and Tom slowly looked around the edge. After a moment he pulled back.

Before she could register what was happening, Tom bent his head down and his cheek brushed against hers, warm and inviting. His lips and soft breath tickled her ear as he spoke in a whisper, "head girl is doing her rounds."

He pulled back and she felt so dizzy she'd probably collapse if it weren't for his body pressing her into the wall. Again.

They simply stared at each other in the pale moonlight as they waited for the head girl to turn down a different hallway.

The feeling of her chest rising and falling against his made his mind feel a bit slower than usual, he didn't know what to do with himself.

As soon as the hall was clear, Tom stepped out and Delilah's arm shot forward to rest against the opposite wall for balance. Her legs were shaking.

"See you tomorrow," with that Tom left, his pace a bit quick but Delilah paid no mind seeing as she could barely breathe. Once the hall was empty again, she slid down the wall and buried her hands in her hair.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Little did she know Tom had fallen against the wall two halls down, his shoulder being the only thing holding him up, and muttering the exact same sentence.

He could still feel all of her pressed against all of him, their legs intertwined together. His mind reeled back to the boggart earlier that day and he squeezed his eyes shut, hitting his head against the stone wall painfully hard in an attempt to make the memory go away.

It was his own corpse, laying stiff on the floor. That wasn't even the worst part, however. The worst part was the blonde staring down at his bloodied body apathetically before turning and walking away, not caring that he was dead and gone.

A heavy sigh left her lungs as she pulled her knees up, pressing her eyes against them to the point where dots scattered behind her eyes.

The guillotine had finally fallen.

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