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Lakeshore Bound

It was simply a matter of not getting off at her usual stop. No one noticed. No one even gave her a second glance as they exited the bus’s front and rear doors and crossed over to the high school across the street. To Michelle they all looked like baby turtles crawling to the sea with their colourful backpacks on; then suddenly they were all out of sight as the bus sped up again, taking her through the shady suburbs towards the lakeside village. Why am I doing this? She asked herself for the umpteenth time as she drummed her fingers against her knee. Her friends would all be worried about her. She could picture them in her mind’s

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Severus Snape slumped into his office with the look of someone who was recovering from a particularly bad hangover. His dark hair, which had always been lank and greasy hung exhaustedly around his face, while his eyes were red and glazed from the tears he had been crying back at Dumbledore's office. With the speed of a zombie, he trudged into the backroom where his quarters were, and sat numbly on top of his bed. There was once a time when Severus had believed the world had ended, and that was the day that the love of his life, Lily Evans walked out of his. He remember like it was yesterday, the agony of trying to get through each day preten

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Lakeshore Bound

It was simply a matter of not getting off at her usual stop. No one noticed. No one even gave her a second glance as they exited the bus’s front and rear doors and crossed over to the high school across the street. To Michelle they all looked like baby turtles crawling to the sea with their colourful backpacks on; then suddenly they were all out of sight as the bus sped up again, taking her through the shady suburbs towards the lakeside village. Why am I doing this? She asked herself for the umpteenth time as she drummed her fingers against her knee. Her friends would all be worried about her. She could picture them in her mind’s

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