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Have you ever heard of Eleanor Westbrook?
A traditional pureblood family. Nothing more, nothing less. Except they were admired by all, in the muggle world and the wizarding world. The Westbrook's were on a ped...
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Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.
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SITTING DOWN ATthe Gryffindor table, she flipped through the paper to the missing pages. It was the seventh. Two new missing persons ads appeared in rotation. One from Romania and another from Brazil. Muggleborn. They were getting younger by the week. First time around, the people being kidnapped had been in their early twenties but these two children looked no older than thirteen. A girl and a boy, probably never to be seen again. There had been no leads whatsoever. The ministry simply didn't care because no one had noticed. Nobody would notice until the first bodies started showing when it's too late. Throwing the paper away from her, James looked up with a frown. He was in his quidditch uniform since he had practise and she was going to dance. It was far more people and nobody tried to enter the classroom whilst she was there. Apparently, it had been a popular spot after Bertha Jorkins -the loud mouth Gryffindor in the year above them, well technically two years above but she had to resit her NEWTs after failing all of them- had caught the blonde slipping out of there.
"Why are you looking at me like I just knocked you off your broom?" Eleanor asked, grabbing a piece of fruit before filling up her bottle of water. The boy scoffed, feigning some dramatic fainting as she rolled her eyes at him.
"How dare you excuse me of such a crime!" James exclaimed. She had forgotten that he, much like Sirius, loved any opportunity to create a scene. His hand rested on the bench, so when she kicked his arm, the boy stumbled backwards. All eyes shot to the two who were creating so much noise early in the morning. It didn't take long for them to starting along with Eleanor who was currently hunched over because her stomach ached from laughing so much. Instead of getting up and dusting off the incident, James laid on the floor -his legs still hanging over the seat- with his arms crossed and a toddler pout on his lips.
"Oh look, there's Lily." Eleanor said and the boy hopped up straight away. Surprisingly, the redhead opened the door to the great hall when his head turned to check that Eleanor wasn't lying. Lucky guess. But she noticed how red in the face James had become and Lily did the same when she saw the two sat together, she immediately froze.
"Uh, I better get to practise. I have to- erm- set up." He told the girl, unconvincingly. Eleanor couldn't get a word in as the two swapped places. The redhead didn't say a word as she stocked her plate with food.
