The corridors were lined with doors, leading to compartments and storage cupboards alike. When I saw someone else walking down the corridor I would duck into the crevices, so as to not be seen. I was in no mood for conversation. The good byes were horrid, but at least I could just focus on Lillian, thees other kids were crying over there parents, siblings and other relations. I ran my hand along the shiny wood walls and let my mind drift.
A seemingly never ending story about witches, warlocks and love. Enjoy ... I guess? Also, follow me!!
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