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If Primrose Dorea Potter loved her parents and her relatives dearly, she hated her lack of identity more.
"Primrose Potter !"
People were always eager to remind her how much she had her unique mother's eyes and the mischievous look of her father ; how much she had her mother's freckles and the famous dark hair of her father ; how she loved Quidditch just as much as him, but that she shared her love for knowledge with her mother ; how she had the same humour as her father and that however – like her mother – she wasn't fond of breaking the rules or making fun of people ; how she had a gift for Charms and Transfigurations for her age : how she had inherited their talent and their kindness.
Primrose had always been in her parents's shadow.
"Slytherin !"
Until now.
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