❝ CALM DOWN. YOU'RE
CARRYING MY CHILD! ❞

❝ AND WHO'S FAULT IS THAT? ❞

❝ IT TAKES TWO TO MAKE A
BABY, OLIVIA. ❞

❝ I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! ❞

.・。.・゜

If you asked James Potter to describe Olivia Kinsley. He would say that she was smudged lipsticks and silver tongue and the first rain of the draught. She was the peaceful, silent whisper of the wind on a lonely night. She was the fingers wiping his tears and the crazy grin on his face. Yet, she was also the shadow on a beautiful summer day and the once beloved forgotten book. She was the curse of the past and the doubt in his mind. Demons made permanent homes in her soul, and he finally realized why hurricanes were named after people.