Aesthetic

When a wordsmith from a modern and mysterious world somehow wakes up in 12 Grimmauld place, she doesn't know if she should scream or just faceplam.

She doesn't get to do either, as she finds herself levelled to many wands, everyone ready to hex her.

So, when she decides to break the stereotype and just yell at everyone of them for the mistakes they made, you can't really blame a sleep deprived law intern running high on caffeine enough to kill a horse and then some.

Will contain slight bashing because this is a self insert and I really have some bones to pick with the charaters. And the language isn't very good, too.

Authors don't support J.K Rowling's transphobia and neither claim anything you recognise as theirs.

Peace :)