 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Pandora couldn't help but grin when Dora called her the Christmas Stealer. "Yes it's elf-made, but only from free elves mind you." Pandora had strong views about elf rights. "It's expensive, but worth it." She drank deeply from her glass.
"Oh I've learned from this alright, I've learned that I don't care what they think of me." This was a cold statement of fact, Pandora really didn't care. She was so tired of not being able to effect a meaningful change, her job felt like a prison and the walls were closing in.
She considered Dora, wondering if she should say anything. After taking another sip of wine, she spoke in a flat, toneless voice. "My father was totally changed after we were attacked. It was like he became a different person. He wanted us to have a quiet, private life, to avoid trouble and attention. So that's what I became. I didn't have friends at school really, people knew about what happened, it was a big story, it happened just before I started Hogwarts. Prometheus and I had just bought our wands and books. My father burned Prometheus' things while I was away. I miss him more than I either of my parents. He was my other self and all of a sudden he was gone." A single tear trickled down her cheek and plopped onto the table.
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