Sitting by the lake

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Leslie sighed. The full moon had come and gone, and she hadn't turned. It must have been a regular wolf.

There's the one thing that's going well she sighed, staring off into the lake.

She thought about her parents. Not the muggles who raised and rejected her- the witch and wizard who'd left her.

Feeling her eye building a tear, she quickly disolved her thoughts. Any signs of a tear left, and she was left staring blankly.

I won't show weakness.
 

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