92. Chocolate
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Merope gazed in at the chocolate display, licking her lips. Once in her whole life time she had tasted the stuff and that was when she had stolen some from the very same shop when she was eight-years-old. She could smell the melting chocolate and she pressed herself against the glass.
She barely ate, so having food so good infront of her was just cruel.
A grey-haired old woman with horn-rimmed glasses appeared behind the window scowling. Merope went bright red and backed off, her eyes on the muggle.
“Shoo!”
Merope scuttled away.
People treated her like a dog.