"I think you have some explaining to do." Sirius spoke from the doorway he leant on, arms crossed tightly in front of his chest like it was a way to emphasise his discontent.

"Sirius, wait." James spoke whilst still holding Ophelia protectively in a hug.

"Thank you for coming, both of you." Ophelia spoke into James' chest, not really taking in Sirius' rather blunt demand.

"It's alright Fi. This is what brothers are for, right?" James pulled out of the hug to hold on to Ophelia's arms firmly, a way of reassuring her that this was the truth. Instead, he earned a hiss from Ophelia.

"S-sorry. It just hurts a lot here." Ophelia pulled up the sleeve of a baggy jumper that she had quite literally thrown on the moment help had arrived.

"Bloody hell, do you not have sufficient healers in this muggle world?" James looked around to try and work out what a healer even looked like in this 'world'.

"No we do it's just tha-" Ophelia began to explain.

"MUM." James yelled over Ophelia's explanation.

"That I don't like people helping me." Ophelia sighed, although having to mask a smile she knew was resurfacing by having James back around. "Wait, mum?"

"Yeh, mum and dad are here." James answered nonchalantly. "How else would we have gotten here?"

"James, they can't see me like this!"

"Why not? They won't care." James continued to stare at the door he had came through earlier, hoping his mum would appear quicker if he stared hard enough.

"Yes darl - oh my merlin." Euphemia brushed past Sirius quickly as she entered the room, eyes falling immediately on Ophelia. "James get her sat down, why on earth have you let her stand about in such a state."

"Sorry mum." James quickly regained control of Ophelia and manoeuvred her over to the closest couch.

"I'm fine Mrs Potter, it's just a few scratches." Ophelia explained, lifting up a hand that was wrapped in a torn tea towel.

"Nonsense. And please call me Mia." Euphemia had walked over to wear Ophelia had sat, then silently flicking her eyes across Ophelia's tired body like she was analysing an x-ray. "Sirius darling, go get some water from somewhere. I'll have to do some muggle healing to avoid too much suspicion initially."

"Yes Mia." Sirius hurried out the room whilst answering.

"Where's Mia gone Sirius?" A new male voice was approaching the room from where Sirius had just left. "She bloody left me with those muggles."

"In there with Fi." Sirius responded, his voice fading the further away he became.

"Well if it isn't the famous Fi. The girl that managed to prank my son." Fleamont strutted into the room, squinting in the direction of Ophelia. "Oh wait, she actually is famous."

"Daaad." James lengthened the word in embarrassment. "This isn't the time."

"Well at least I know where you get your ill timing from." Ophelia began to laugh, but was once again cut off by her own hiss when fresh air greeted the cut on her hand.

"Sorry, darling." Euphemia spoke genuinely, something that soothed Ophelia similarly to the way being with Minnie would too.

"I can see where James gets his - ow - empathy from too."
Ophelia spoke through the pain as the tea towel continued to be unwrapped.

"Here you go Mia." Sirius had returned with a bowl of water and a slight scowl still resting on his face. "Are you going to tell us why you hid such an important fact from us, your friends."

"I am sorry Sirius. It wasn't personal." Ophelia couldn't bring herself to look at Sirius directly, so instead focused on the Euphemia's steady hand as it dabbed away at her arm.

"Definitely feels personal." Sirius huffed under his breath but knowing it was loud enough for Ophelia to still here.

"Sirius, can you please go and ensure no muggles are around. There are lots of glass pieces in the wounds, it's too tedious if I sit here and do it the muggle way." Euphemia spoke with soft authority, something Ophelia wasn't even aware could be so natural to people.

"Yes Mia." Sirius' ego visibly deflated at Euphemia's comment, knowing this meant that she was silently disappointed in him. Without any further words, Sirius retreated from the room and took 'guard' by the door to prevent any muggles from entering.

"Ok Fi, I'm going to cast a quick charm that will remove all of the glass shards from your hand and anywhere else they may be. It might be a little painful but it will only last a few seconds." Euphemia returned her focus back to Ophelia.

"That's ok, I'll be fine." Ophelia replied, maybe trying to reassure herself more than before.

"Okay. Ready?" Euphemia questioned, to which Ophelia nodded with a reply. "Aufero speculum."

A sting caused Ophelia to look down at her arms and she  saw the glass shards lift from her wrists, even some that were hard to see like dust particles. Once all had reached the air, they evaporated.

"Tergeo." Euphemia cast a spell to clear any dried blood from around the wounds. "Ferula." Bandages shot from the tip of the ladies wand, snaking their way around every wound that needed that extra care. "I would heal them fully, but I'm assuming we can't let the muggles question how that would have happened."

"Unfortunately, you're right." Ophelia sighed. Almost instantly she felt safe with the entirety of the Potter family, everything about them echoed the ideals of a loving family. "You didn't have to do this for me, it's ridiculously kind of you."

"Nonsense, for starters I'm a healer so it's my job." Euphemia began. "Secondly, James seems to think I managed to give birth to a daughter a few months before I had him, and that daughter is you. I know magic is amazing but I don't think it's that amazing." Euphemia rolled her eyes playfully at Ophelia, before turning to her blushing son to give him a wink too.

"Needless to say, I know my swimmers would have been able to make that happen though." Fleamont spoke from where he leant against a unit, cleaning his glasses with his jumper.

"DAD!" James groaned, forever embarrassed by his parents openness but never wanting them to change either.

"I am truly sorry for my husband's behaviour." Euphemia returned her attention to Ophelia's bandage, laughter still evident in her voice that showed Ophelia how much the lady loved her partner. "I think this needs a little cheering up."

"What does - oh." Ophelia looked down at the bandages to see intricate flowers sealing themselves into the usually sad looking material, until they no longer looked like bandages at all.

"Blooming Flowers. To show even the delicate and most beautiful can grow through the toughest times." Euphemia gripped onto the fingers of Ophelia, squeezing them tight to mimic a hug without overstepping her boundaries.

"Thank you, thank you so -" Ophelia began but for what felt like the one hundredth time that day, she was interrupted.

"You can't go in there." Sirius' voice was heard from the other side of the door.

"I don't know who you are and that must mean you are irrelevant. So, move out of my way dingbat."

"Oh god." Ophelia knew that voice, she knew that insult. And to be completely honest, it was the last person Ophelia wanted to see today.

"For goodness sake you've been back in the industry for less than two months and yet you're already causing drama." Miss Mills burst open the door, the door handle hitting against the wall harshly, and headed straight towards Ophelia. "I haven't seen that many paparazzi in all my years of work. You always have the drama following you."

"Yet you seem to love that don't you? It means you make more money." Ophelia shot back, some adrenaline from previous events returning.

"And you fought back? Why on earth would you fight back?" Miss Mills, as always, couldn't care less what Ophelia replied with. Instead she remained more focused on what she believed was more important. "Thank God you have a long sleeved costume for tomorrow, it would have been a disaster otherwise."

"I tried to stop her." Sirius looked flabbergasted by the lady who had quite literally shoved her way through using both her body and words.

"Don't worry Sirius, no one can stop her." Ophelia attempted to ignore Miss Mills' blatant misogyny and historic views on how women should act.

"Do you realise how fighting back makes you look?"

"I'm sure you will enlighten me." Ophelia didn't want to hear the reasons, but she knew she couldn't escape them either.

"Oh I will, in fact this backchat is exactly part of the problem." Miss Mills pointed her finger up and down at Ophelia. "You look and are acting impulsive and unladylike."

"So you would have rather her died?" Sirius chimed in from behind.

"It would have been a lot e -"

"Hi, my name is Euphemia Potter. It's lovely to meet you." Euphemia stood from where she had been knelt, cautiously observing the interaction to attempt to decipher what kind of relationship this was. It didn't take her long to realise it was a rather toxic one.

"Miss Mills." The lady gave Euphemia a look up and down. "Are you a nurse? Why are you in here?"

"I'm -"

"Family. They're all family." Ophelia interrupted Euphemia's answer, earning a smile from all the witch and wizards in the room.

"I see, so they are part of this new freak-like world of yours?" Miss Mills replied with a question, unbothered by her own use of such derogatory words.

"What? Who is this person Fi?" James looked frantically between Ophelia, his parents, Sirius and the lady he deemed almost as revolting as Severus Snape.

"This is the ever so delightful Miss Mills, my manager." Ophelia went to stand, in hope it would signal to Miss Mills that this conversation wasn't going to continue. Instead though, she felt light headed and sunk back down into the seat with three people grabbing her arms to support her.

"I think it's best you leave, Miss?" Fleamont was the only one who wasn't beside Ophelia the moment she felt faint, he remained leaning against the counter to assess the situation from afar. Now though, it had gone too far and even he felt the need to protect the girl his son considered a sister. But Fleamont being a Potter right to the core, he had to add some humour to it. "Sorry I didn't choose to remember your name."

"I beg your pardon." Miss Mills turned to face Fleamont, who she hadn't even noticed prior to that statement.

"You heard me." Fleamont stood straighter this time, making his view very clear. "Out."

"You can't order me about."

"He can't, but I can. Out." T-Rex had come to the doorway now, two police officers behind. "You are causing a scene ma'am and Lia is my priority currently."

"Fine. But I'm only leaving because I am choosing too. Not because of these strangers." Miss Mills accentuated the words to show her resentment towards the Potter family and Sirius. "You better be ready by fourteen hundred hours tomorrow Lia. You aren't backing out of this show."

"Oh I wasn't planning too, don't you worry." Ophelia replied, choosing to ignore the looks of confusion from James, Sirius and Fleamont. "I'm sure you know the way out, meaning you chose this safe place for me."

"Goodbye Lia." Miss Mills began to leave, hoping to have the final words.

"Ophelia." But Ophelia chose not to let her have them, and instead corrected her. "It's Ophelia to you. Not Lia, not Fi, it's Ophelia ok?"

Miss Mills didn't answer and left the room quietly, the quietest Ophelia had ever seen her leave an argument.

"How are you feeling Squirt?" T decided to prevent any silence from following.

"Tired, sore but a little worried too."

"About how the intruder is doing I'm assuming?" T asked, and Ophelia nodded in response. "I wouldn't expect any less from you. He is doing fine, it is why I came to see you as I knew you'd be concerned. Just a minor puncture wound from that glass, they're taking him to hospital anyway but you certainly haven't caused him any life changing injuries."

"Fi, did you stab him?" James looked rather gleeful about the concept, seeming to view it as an achievement.

"I don't want to talk about it James, I already feel like a monster for doing it." Fi sighed. "Thanks T, are they finished collecting the evidence or whatever else they're doing."

"No, I believe they want to work out how he managed to get into the community." T carefully eyed Ophelia, to see how she was taking the news in. But all he received was a poker face. "It's also why I came to see you, you won't be able to stay here tonight."

"This day truly couldn't get any worse." Ophelia groaned. "Where can I go?"

"What about that Minnie lady?"

"Absolutely not. I am not getting her involved in this, she would go nuts." Ophelia explained, deep down she knew this couldn't be kept secret from Minnie for long but there was no reason it couldn't be held out for a day or so.

"Fi, darling." Euphemia had sat herself on a chair after Miss Mills had left and had been thinking about whether to send a patronus to Minerva. "I don't think you should keep this from Minerva."

"I'm not planning to. I just don't want to tell her tonight as I know she will prevent me from performing tomorrow." Ophelia replied.

"You're planning on doing that thingy tomorrow?" James asked.

"That thingy is important to me, it's my chance to rewrite the past."

"Is it worth the pain though?" Sirius asked.

"Yes. You won't change my mind." Ophelia grew slightly frustrated by the boys feelings, but as she turned her head away from them she locked eyes with Euphemia.

"Good for you." The older lady mouthed the words to Ophelia, causing Ophelia to smile. "I think Fi should come stay with us for the night; we can ensure you're safe and make sure you're here in time for tomorrow.

"You wouldn't mind?" Ophelia looked rather shocked by the kindness; even if she should have predicted it.

"Of course not. James go help Fi pack some necessities, Sirius you can stay with me whilst I explain to these muggle authorities she will be safe. Fleamont you sit still and refrain from touching anything." Euphemia stood up and began giving her motherly orders.

"Yes ma'am." All three boys replied with a salute, so in sync that it appeared like it was a usual occurrence; this in turn making Ophelia laugh. If one thing was to be certain, Ophelia would certainly be safe with the Potter's, both physically and emotionally.

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A warm, inviting scent of pumpkin embraced Ophelia the moment her feet touched the new floor. The group chose to take the Floo Network from The Leaky Cauldron to prevent any suspicions, T had dropped them off outside of the pub away from the watchful eye of Paparazzi's. The green flames led Ophelia to a busy kitchen; not one that was busy with people though, it was busy with family love.

"Why don't you three go through to the living room, it smells like my pumpkin pasties are nearly ready. I can bring them in when they've cooled." Euphemia bustled past Ophelia, who remained glued to the spot whilst her eyes scanned the room. "Are you ok darling?"

"Yes, it's just so beautiful here." Ophelia smiled.

"Thank you." Euphemia gave a smile to Ophelia before turning to her son. "James show Ophelia through, Sirius grab some drinks for you all."

"This way FiFi." James grabbed Ophelia's arm, catching one of the bandages slightly causing Ophelia to hiss. "Sorry Fi."

"It's okay James, you didn't mean it."

"Fi I will make sure to have that magically healed as soon as you've done that show of yours. There's no need for you to leave to heal the muggle way after." Euphemia called out to the pair as they took a seat in the adjacent living room.

"Thanks Mrs Pot- I mean Euphemia!" Ophelia called back. "James?"

"Hm." James had taken the seat opposite Ophelia and was munching on something Ophelia couldn't quite work out what.

"Your mum, surely she hasn't had her pasties baking for that long? They'd be burnt." Ophelia quizzed James, although already having a sneaky incline towards the answer.

"Um, she-"

"She placed a charm on them to prevent them from overcooking, she's only doing this so you can actually tell us the truth." Sirius waltzed in the door, three bottles of Butter Beer in hand.

"Always so subtle Sirius." Ophelia took the bottle from Sirius. "I don't really know where to begin."

"Maybe begin with the fact you aren't even related to Minnie." Sirius groaned. "I mean that's probably the biggest lie so far."

"Sirius stop." James chimed in.

"No it's ok. I can start from when I met Minnie. To be honest I don't want to tell you all the details before I met her, just the important ones. It will hurt too much." Ophelia explained.

"Go ahead then." Sirius splayed his arms in a mocking way, before taking a seat on the floor right in front of Ophelia. "Do I need popcorn? I think that's what the muggles eat when they're watching drama."

"Are you being serious right now?" James huffed at Sirius' childishness, before realising what he himself had just initiated.

"Uh, yes I am being Sirius. I wasn't trying to be Fi or James, just Sirius." Sirius rolled his eyes before turning back to a temporarily laughing Ophelia. "Go on then." 

With two sets of eyes firmly set on her, Ophelia took a deep breath and began to talk. If Ophelia was entirely candid, she had no clue where to start after explaining the fact that Minnie had basically adopted her. Part of her wanted to glaze over the information of the abuse she received, but another part of her couldn't bring herself to lie anymore.

So Ophelia told them. She told them how Mr & Mrs Montgomery adopted her as a baby. She told them how as soon as she was old enough, she was being almost 'sold' to the fame industry. She told them how one wrong look would cause her to meet uncalled for pain. She told them how one time, it went too far and she awoke in a hospital room.

She told them how, in that very hospital room, she found out she was a witch.

"Wait so you never knew you were a witch until then?" James interrupted, finding it hard to keep that silent so long that he had found himself literally sat on his hands.

"Clearly not James, otherwise she'd have magicked her way out of there." Sirius slapped his hand against his head in faux disbelief.

"I honestly didn't James. I mean now I look back, I probably did do accidental magic. Dumbledore seems to believe that I managed to hide the abuse so long because I willed that no one would find out that much, I managed to cloak my injuries and scars." Ophelia explained.

"That is some powerful magic." Euphemia was stood in the doorway behind Ophelia. "I promise I wasn't eavesdropping. I just wanted to suggest you show Fi to a room, let her try and settle down for the night. It's late and it's been a really long day."

"Yeh, can do mum." James stood to show Ophelia to the room, but Ophelia grabbed his arm as he went to pass.

"Wait, can I please ask you a favour. Both of you." Ophelia asked, darting her eyes to Sirius who remained seated on the floor in deep thought.

"I guess." James replied.

"Don't tell Rem. Or Pete either." Ophelia pleaded, silence returned as an answer though. "Please."

"Why?" Sirius snapped out of his own thoughts about his family to question Ophelia.

"Because Rem has more than enough to deal with, I've only just found out about his lycanthropy and I want to be able to help him. If he sees me as having my own problems, he will try and hide his own. I need to be able to help him." Ophelia explained. "Please. Please don't tell him. I'll tell him in time, I promise. Just, just let me help him first."

"Fine." Sirius answered before James did, shocking both of them as to how easy he gave in. "Fine. But only because Moony deserves the help."

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me." Ophelia replied.

"I'm doing it for Moony, not just for you. Now why can't we tell Pete?" Sirius asked.

"Well, I love Pete to pieces. But he can hardly keep a secret can he, I wouldn't trust him with anything top secret. I mean he spilled the beans within ten seconds about how to get into the kitchens." Ophelia laughed at the memory of Peter stumbling out the truth. "Like I said, I love him but he would tell Rem which would be worse."

"Fair." Sirius shrugged. "Ok, let's go up then."

"Do you think he's ok?" Ophelia hadn't left her seat, a sudden feeling like a rock weighing down in her stomach had hit her.

"Who Pete?" James asked, looking over to Sirius in confusion.

"No. The man. I don't even know his name. I should know his name." Ophelia closed her eyes briefly, trying to shake all the thoughts flooding her mind.

"The man?" James remained confused. Sirius however seemed to click on.

"You mean the intruder?" Sirius questioned.

"Yeh. I didn't mean to hurt him. I really didn't, it just happened so fast. You know like in the movies, wait you two won't have watched movies." Ophelia wanted to laugh at what she had just said, but couldn't. "I, he could have had a family and I could have taken him away from them."

"Fi, stop." Sirius grabbed onto Ophelia's hand as a reminder that she wasn't alone. "You didn't do a single thing wrong. If anything you were incredibly strong, right James?"

"Right." James nodded beside Ophelia.

"I could have killed him though."

"He could have killed you." Sirius responded. "You did what you had to do."

"You need sleep Fi. You're thinking irrationally. Let's get you to bed." James stopped Ophelia from responding negatively, deciding that distracting her may be best right now.

"You're probably right." Ophelia sighed and stood up. "But can I say one more thing before we go upstairs?"

"The stage is yours." Sirius had returned to his comical self, possibly as a form of relief for Ophelia or possibly due to realising he had no reason to be angry at Ophelia. He himself wasn't sure on what the reason for the sudden change was though.

"Can you remember the time in Minnie's office, where you told me about being a family?" Ophelia asked. "You were right. Gryffindor is the first family I've ever had and I wouldn't want anyone else."

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ℍ𝕚 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤,

𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙. 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦!

𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝟚𝟚  𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤, 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖! 𝕀𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 '𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕋𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥! 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥!

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.

𝔼𝕦𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 & 𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 - 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 & ℝ𝕪𝕒𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤
𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 - 𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣
'𝕋-ℝ𝕖𝕩' - 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥❤️