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Post by Isabella Knox on Jan 27, 2008 18:19:54 GMT
Bella sat near the Whomping Willow in the grounds. Near, but not near enough to get hit my it's flailing branches. She really wasn't that unintelligent. She had Genevieve in her arms, and Kim sitting next to her. Like a family, just without the father. She sighed softly, and looked down at the two little girls, both of them a permanent reminder of their father. The man Bella knew she would never truly be able to let go of, never stop loving. She hummed quietly, a tune that she had made up herself. Like a sweet lullaby that she sung to the two girls when they couldn't sleep.
She smiled softly at Kim, who was staring at the the tree, transfixed. The young girl had been through so much, lost both her mother and her father in a short space of time. Being left almost to a stranger, yet she always seemed to have a smile on her face. Bella was proud of her. Bella looked down at the baby in her arms. her baby. Little G. Gideon would never know her. That information always saddened Bella, she knew he would have loved her.
Bella glanced around, hearing the crunching of leaves behind her. Someone else was here. She turned to see who had come to join her.
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