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Rosemarie Wilkinson was walking through the village, her hazel eyes searching the place as if she had never been there before, which she hadn't. She was thrilled to be here finally even if she was here alone. Her father was too busy with work to attend 'frivolous' affairs like this as he always told her, but he gave her plenty of money to go shopping.
'Since Mother died when she was having me, father had been the mean man I had grown up with who had cursed me when I did wrong. According to mother's letters, he was a kind gentle man who looked after her, quite the opposite to what I know now.' She thought, as she walked up the village at a quick pace, her long brown hair was blown behind her.
She stopped at a window and looked through it, adjusting her designer Guess handbag against her black shirt. She was wearing a black shirt with mini black shorts which showed off her curves perfectly. It was hard for her as when people found out who her father was they wanted to get to know him and she wasn't sure who was using her and who wasn't. That was why she sometimes shut herself away in a book. Her father used to be a famous Quidditch player, but he had quit to become a Death Eater quite some time ago.
Rosemarie sighed as she noticed the new broomstick and looked at her watch. She was on a tight schedule and the house elves would let her father know if she wasn't there on time, but she didn't care if she got punished, she always got punished anyway, even when she did nothing wrong.
She strode into the store, to buy the broomstick and as she walked towards the front counter, she ran into a boy about her age and fell back onto the ground. Blushing furiously, she stood up and glared at him haughtily. "Watch where you're going!" She snapped, her voice accenting her disdain nicely.
Rosemarie Wilkinson was walking through the village, her hazel eyes searching the place as if she had never been there before, which she hadn't. She was thrilled to be here finally even if she was here alone. Her father was too busy with work to attend 'frivolous' affairs like this as he always told her, but he gave her plenty of money to go shopping.
'Since Mother died when she was having me, father had been the mean man I had grown up with who had cursed me when I did wrong. According to mother's letters, he was a kind gentle man who looked after her, quite the opposite to what I know now.' She thought, as she walked up the village at a quick pace, her long brown hair was blown behind her.
She stopped at a window and looked through it, adjusting her designer Guess handbag against her black shirt. She was wearing a black shirt with mini black shorts which showed off her curves perfectly. It was hard for her as when people found out who her father was they wanted to get to know him and she wasn't sure who was using her and who wasn't. That was why she sometimes shut herself away in a book. Her father used to be a famous Quidditch player, but he had quit to become a Death Eater quite some time ago.
Rosemarie sighed as she noticed the new broomstick and looked at her watch. She was on a tight schedule and the house elves would let her father know if she wasn't there on time, but she didn't care if she got punished, she always got punished anyway, even when she did nothing wrong.
She strode into the store, to buy the broomstick and as she walked towards the front counter, she ran into a boy about her age and fell back onto the ground. Blushing furiously, she stood up and glared at him haughtily. "Watch where you're going!" She snapped, her voice accenting her disdain nicely.