From Far Away

She had no particularly distinguishing features; just regular brown hair and eyes; pale skin. She wasn’t incredibly beautiful – rather she was on the short side and had dark circles framing her eyes. She wasn’t the smartest or the bravest or the most loyal, nor was she extremely cunning in any way. When Harry bumped into her, they simply exchanged nonchalant glances of slight apology (the kind of “I’m sorry” that you don’t really mean but feel obliged to express). Yet this one girl single-handedly ruined Harry’s life. She came from far away, and that's all they knew . . .

"Who is she?" It was the only question that nobody bothered to ask, and the only question that was vital to her downfall; knowledge is power.

I must admit, Chapter 3 was written solely for detail, so it's a bit boring (and short), but PAY CLOSE ATTENTION! Even the smallest, most irrelevant thing can make all the difference . . .

What is complication? Don't tell me that to explain complication would be complicated either! Because complication is so complex that complexity only complicates complication. Oh, by the way, I'm just waxing philosophically; none of this has to do with my story ^_^ . . . want a muffin?