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|  Matt Lanter/The Dark Side/Anakin Skywalker/ Underland/Hookah Smoking Caterpillar
Thanks for your reply Emily! 
Here's the next part!  Coralie stopped in front of a little log cabin. It was set on a hill, and flowery bushes sat around it. Smoke came out of the chimney. A golden glow spread over the lawn from the open windows. Inside, Coralie could see a woman leaning over a stove.
“You live here?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Jaxon replied with a slight smile, “don’t be so shy.” he said looking at her.
Coralie blushed a deep red and looked down at the ground.
“Come on,” he chuckled.
He continued to pull the girl up the yard and to the front door. He turned the golden knob and guided her through.
“Mum, I’m back.” he called through the house.
Coralie heard a faint ‘ok’ from the kitchen.
“Up here.” Jaxon lead her up some stairs to the second floor. She passed a room where Addison was sitting on the floor playing with a doll, and a study where a man was leaning back in a chair with a paper and quill sitting on the desk in front of him.
He ushered Coralie to the back of the hallway and into a bathroom.
“Every you could need is in here. Call me when your done. I’m gonna try to find you something warmer to wear.” Jaxon looked over the small girl’s figure.
“Uh…” was all the girl was able to say.
Jaxon smiled then closed the door behind him.
Coralie took the time to look around. A tub sat in the corner and a toilet and sink and mirror in the other.
She went over to the mirror. The girl looked pale, her blue eyes big and sympathetic. He brown hair was tangled. She took off her apron and laid it over the edge of the sink. Blood was visible through the rags around her arms. She untied one, and her stomach flipped over.
The long scratch was deeper than it looked. Dirt surrounded the wound and the skin around the edges was tinted a light green color. Turning on the water, she placed her arm under the faucet. She bit back a yelp as the cold water hit the sensitive skin. The dirt and caked blood easily came off, but the greenish wound was still there, and it looked even worse when it was clean.
“Coralie?”
Jaxon’s voice floated through the door. She opened it and he came in.
“I found you this.” he held out a light blue dress.
She took it, and instinctively turned her arm to try and hide the cut, but of course he noticed it.
“Oh my…” He took her arm, and undid the rest of the rags, to which she never had time to get to.
“Your brother did this?” he asked.
“No. My father.”
“What?” he looked into her eyes, a worried expression on his face.
“It’s nothing.” she repeated what she had said before.
“No, it’s not.” he said firmly.
Jaxon took out his wand and traced the wounds like he had done that morning. She tried to pull back, but his grip tightened. The cuts slowly healed over.
“Anything else?” he asked scanning her body.
“No. You can’t. He just gonna do it again.”
“No he’s not. I won’t let him.”
“Jaxon, you can’t stand up to my father. He has my brothers on his side and all of them combined are more experienced than you.”
“So? You can’t just take this sitting down.”
“Yes I have to. This has been going on since I was born and my parents figured out I was a Squib.”
Jaxon’s eyes shot up to her face. He had been looking over her body, for some injury she had kept hidden.
“You’re a squib?”
Coralie instantly bit her lip. She shouldn’t have said that. Please leave your replies.
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~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner
Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine
We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it
But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides
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I’m not here, no one sees me
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I’m by myself, please excuse me
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