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She is three years old when she begins to remember what she was. In a past life she was still and silent and equanimous and swift and unmerciful. Her mind was quiet, intentions and feelings taut like wire and all perfectly aligned toward a solitary purpose that burned bright and sharp like a star, a purpose that she cannot yet recall. She tries to move like that and think like that, but her body is small and clumsy and her mind is clamorous with no room for the thoughts she is accustomed to thinking and the feelings she is accustomed to feeling, and her mother thinks it is sweet, and she hates her, and she remembers that too.
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her_equal
She sounds a bit like Whitlock too, but not in a completely insufferable way.
As the morning softens, more kids show up. She spies a cluster of vaguely familiar redheads, two twins and a younger boy in her year, clustered together.
She leans a bit toward Millicent. "Can you tell me about the Weasleys? I have the feeling I'd've heard of them if I were from magical Britain instead of Muggle America, you know?"
She shrugs one shoulder, the one who's hand isn't holding Clover's. "They're nice? They're a really big really old family... I think they used to have a Wizengamot seat generations ago but they don't now. They're mostly in Gryffindor but Fred, one of the twins, is in Slytherin with us."
her_equal
"Sounds like as good an excuse as any to go say hello!" And off she marches with her Bulstrode in tow.
her_equal
Her eyes flick between their faces and badges. "You must be Fred," she says to the beSlytherined one. She turns to George and taps her chin. "You - now I've seen your face somewhere but I can't quite place it I'm afraid."
(The bright young girl Clover Evans-Potter has a sense of humor, sometimes.)
gred-and-forge
"That's actually our little brother Ron," Fred says. "We made him take Polyjuice." He claps the real Ron on the back. "This is a Chameleon Ghoul."
her_equal
"Hello Ron!" she says to the real Ron, and without breaking her sunny tone, "I'm your insufferable older brother's housemate Clover!"
He shakes her hand. "Just don't encourage them any more than you already have and you're all right in my book."
her_equal
To trick someone into liking you, get them talking. She asks the group at large, "So who's Scabbers?"
the-other-one
"Put him in mazes with little triangles of bright yellow cheese and such," says George.
"Rats don't even like cheese," Ron says. "That's a Muggle myth, like rabbits and carrots. Scabbers' favorite is peanut butter."
the-other-one
"We tried him on some circus peanut butter from Honeydukes once but Scabbers didn't go for that either."
