ℓ꫶ִׂ𝗶ȶִׁ͠tַⲒׂ͜ɞֹ ϐִׂ⍺̶ֹϐׅ͟ɤׄ 𓂃 . ✦

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A grand banquet was being held at the
castle, all the ladies and gentlemen resemble
truly sumptuous and delicate. A figure seems
affected by the alluring visage of a lady.
The curves of his lips were wholly formed,
the man was stunned by the lady’s aura. With
a warm teacup in her right hand, silk as
cotton, it waved gracefullt and enthrall the
sight. The unparalleled glorious lady seems to
have been deliberately sent by God to become
an angel without wings, named
Fleur Delacour.
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