Beetles into Buttons

Salasha had even given herself a makeover. She had rounded out the slightly upturned corners of her eyes, brushed pink eyeshadow above them, and put in colored contacts. Her dead-pool gaze had become a pair of sparkling azure cat eyes. All together, it made her seem much gentler.

"Robin Sear, seeing you is the perfect start to a beautiful day!"

Her radiant smile was like a spring flower in a warm breeze. It made his blood run cold.

"Two souls in one body? A split personality? Or twins?" Robin asked quietly.

One was vicious and bloodthirsty; the other was sweetness with a false face. If he couldn't tell they weren't the same person, what good was the Phoenix Inheritance?

She smoothed back a stray lock of hair and smiled. "Guess. Robin Sear, I really ought to thank you. Without those gray butterflies, I'd never have gotten out! The cooks made steak today. It's wonderfully tender. Hurry and try some!"

Soft blade or hard blade, it was still a blade.

Robin pulled Salasha's hand away and said darkly, "You're ruining Salasha Forgini's ruthless, arrogant image. When she comes back, she won't let you off!"

"People who live long can make it past a hundred. Those who don't—well, they might meet God in the next moment! Salasha can't control me. Hmph, boring. You're no fun at all. I'm going to have a heart-to-heart with adorable little Harry!"

She walked with elegant steps, greeting classmates with easy grace whenever she passed them. Under a crowd of astonished stares, she went up to Harry, put an arm around the young, innocent wizard's shoulders, and spoke to him intimately.

Ron's eyes went wide. The chicken leg slipped from his mouth, and he didn't even think to catch it. Hermione crossed her arms, her cheeks puffed