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Cordelia looked out of the window of her office, adjusting her gloves as she took in the sunโs rays. Todayโs a beautiful day, she thought to herself as she looked outside at the people below. She fixed up her black trench coat and fixed her hat, smiling softly. It was winter, her favorite season. The season reminded her of herself, cold, alone, and easily dark. Cordelia watched the snowflakes fall and looked down at her hands, where some parts were still green. She put on her black gloves and started to head out, then took a look at her broomstick. โI guess we should go out for a ride, eh?โ she said to herself and slowly took it. โIโm still a wicked witch, after allโฆโ she proudly declared with a smirk as she left her house, hopped up on her broomstick and flew off.
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