A peak of the past
Narrator
Elvira was hard to describe.
She was a woman of all kinds of talents and one of them was keeping secrets. She knew things. Things of the future that people soon figured out, was dangerous. In other words, she was a walking prophecy.
And that was only a fraction of what I can tell you about Elvira. Id rather show you.
"Pomegranate seeds,"
"No,"
"Orange seeds,"
"No,"
"Uhh apple seeds?"
"No seeds," severus replies in an annoyed tone.
"Then how the hell is it supposed to grow?" Elvira questions annoyingly. She was smart. But. There was always a but. She was always a defence against the dark arts student. Potions was not her style.
"I give up. Go ask your boyfriend." Severus gets up from his seat, leaving his sister.
"He's not my boyfriend." She mumbles into her potions book.
It was out of nowhere but a huge headache hit her like a bullet. She thought she would at least get used to it due to how much it happens but with her extended knowledge of the magical world—how could she?
" Cora!"