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200 words exactly without the header and footer on here. Odd couple with candy canes. Ok, couple's not that odd per se.
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Rebel-rousing smug-ass bitch.
Oh how he adored her.
She with blonde hair in its half-twist, sucking on a candy cane while she barked orders. Bossy bitch. Yet... they jumped to do her bidding. She
could make one hell of a stand as an evil entity. Something about her voice compelled you. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she repeatedly survived. A bit like Scarhead, but Potter had never commanded an army like this petite thing was. She spoke with such authority. Apocalypses, plural, had been averted by her. Some through planning, others through freaky-assed luck no ordinary girl would ever have.
The candy cane shifted from one side of her mouth with the clack of tapping teeth. She continued to talk, getting everyone all rowdy and
ready to go. Voldemort was going to wish he'd never been reborn. The snake didn't stand a chance against the uncanny luck of this slaying creature. He could not withstand the scorch of her fire. If a demigod had failed to be the victor, what made some crusty old dark wizard think he stood a chance in hell... or anywhere else.
Draco Malfoy smirked as he watched Buffy Summers eat her candy.
Beautiful bitch.
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