Carrots, red and juicy, were slowly being cut into a steel bowl over which a woman sat hunched.
There she was,
The sun slides through a lonely window,
Tiptoeing quietly around the room,
Darkness slithers out for the time,
And the morning gives out a cuckoo cry.
Drenched in coloured water and caked in coloured powder, the servant’s son smiled in his heart.
Have you ever felt the satisfaction of crushing a leaf beneath your shoe?
Eyes swimming in tears of melancholy,
Professor Snape had a free period that Friday. He sat in his office, trying to grade the pile of fifth year assignments in front of him.
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That day I opened the newspaper. They said a hundred were killed. I prayed.
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