lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet 44/Ford Anglia
Violetta L’vonne Anglia wafted into the common room like a bad smell except that she smelled like violets and that’s how she got her name because her Veela mother farted violets when she was born. All but one boy looked up because it was the exact same smell from the special dreams they had about her.
Her porcelain skin glowed translucently in the light and her perfect hair cascaded over her shoulder like a waterfall of black lava.
“ACHOOOO!”
A sneeze broke the reverential silence.
It was the one boy that was unaffected by her Veela smells.
Her brother, Ford.
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