CANYON MOON ▇▇▇▇ PROLOGUE
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the beginning!

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟵𝗧𝗛, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟲

     THE COLD AND NUMBING WIND COASTED ITS WAY THROUGH THE VILLAGE, LEAVING EVERYBODY COLD TO THE TOUCH. January was the coldest month of the year for London. It ensured no one was left warm on the inside, leaving everyone with chapped lips and frozen fingertips. The cold air pierced Fawn every chance it got, cutting and nipping at her skin. Her tongue flicked over her already chapped lips, letting out an inaudible breath of hopelessness and sadness. She glanced up at the sky quickly, frowning ever so slightly once realizing how much time had passed since it all went down.

     The sky was shadowed by stars, the only source of light coming from the tips of wands and street lamps.

     Even though it was dark, and the lights weren't all that bright, they still stung her frozen and tear-filled blue eyes, burning them to the core.

     A familiar touch reached Fawn, its fingertips curling around her shoulder stiffly. "Are you okay, Depraysie?" a hushed voice whispered to her, and she shrugged, those blue eyes never straying away from the view of the house in front of her. "I'm so sorry," they said, yet she remained stoic, not moving or blinking.

     "Everyone's sorry." Flashes of what happened hours ago penetrated her mind, staining her soul with dark red blood. The fact that this happened in such a considerable amount of time scared the young girl. She had finally got what she wanted. Fawn was content. Until now. One afternoon ruined everything, ruined the innocence of her soul.

     "Perhaps you should come to stay at my flat for a while. At least until the Aurors are done." She turned her head and locked her eyes with his. There was nowhere else she wanted to be; the blonde wasn't going anywhere. She was going to stay and get the answers she deserved. What happened was not going to go unanswered or ignored.

     Spinning on her heel, she trudged through the thick, bone-chilling air, heading towards a Ministry official. "Miss Depraysie," the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, sighed, and the fifth-year Ravenclaw cleared her dry throat before speaking.

     "How could this happen?" she asked as the tears began to pool in her eyes again. The woman silently looked away from the girl, attempting to ignore her presence. "Did you not hear me? How? How did this happen?"

     "We don't know how," Bones answered, glancing over at her.

     Fawn balled her hands into fists. "What do you mean you don't know how this happened?" she hissed; the emotions the girl had pushed away from earlier rose to the surface, bubbling and steaming.

     The expressionless woman looked her directly in the eyes, clearly both annoyed and tired. "Depraysie, there is a murderer on the loose. We do not have time for questions," she spoke bluntly.

     "Then make time." Fawn snapped.

     Bones' eyes flashed with a hot wave of anger, and she turned her body towards her, her hair blowing wildly in the winter air. "You do know who you're speaking to, correct, Miss Depraysie?" she asked, raising an expectant brow.

     "I do, and I'm asking you to make time to answer my questions. At the very least, answer one of them. My parents were just killed right before me at the dinner table, I have a right to know what the bloody hell is going on." Fawn said exasperatedly.

     Bones' eyes glimmered with sympathy and pain for what seemed to be the quickest second in the world. "You will get your answers, but you need to let the Aurors and Hit Wizards do their job first," she answered before moving around the blonde and disappearing into the winter night.