She pulled on a thread, unraveling
the snarled, mangled web entwined
and yet haphazard there, not woven.
She followed the snaking yarn, amidst
well intended dissimilation
subterfuge twined authentic with trust.
She yanked, twirled and twisted, unlooping
muddled yarns of Mud-blood mugglehood
betwixt snarling Slytherin-slimed snares.
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