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Diagon Alley was where she stood. More so, an /actual/ alley. Zelda back was leaned against the wall, a cancer stick between her pointer and middle finger. Ash dangling off. It was a little break before school would be starting up again. The brunette needed supplies--

It was nighttime. The students nestled away on there beds. But, sleep was not on Zelda's mind. Hiding away in the courtyard, was that stinky sweet smell. It clouded her mind. Soothed her soul. It sent tingles through her body that she never wanted to be without--

Zelda has dated a few. Men and women but, had never stuck with just one. She is a terrible flirt, even when she does not realize it. She is not certain that love /truly/ exists. Zelda would flirt with students but only of those who are of age and probably would never--

Zelda grew up in Rome most her life. Born of two muggles, once they discovered their daughter was not like usual girls, they sent her off to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. They stayed in Rome but both of her parents are no longer with her. They passed--