*Ok, I know these chapters are small, but I don't have that much to write, and I'm trying to do a chapter for each person. In my next story, the chapters will be longer, I promise!!*
"I wish, I wish, on shooting star, please," Parvati's voice cracked. She cleared her throat and carried on. "Please let Padma get better. I swear, I'll be nicer to her, and I won't make horrible comments about her clothes or her hair, just, please, let her get better." She stifled a sob, and started plaiting her hair.
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