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❝Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.❞
── Nikita Gill
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" Must be a special occasion for Ophiuchus Black to share a meal with his family."
" You're definitely not my family," the boy thought to himself, mentally rolling his eyes. Ophiuchus knew well that the Malfoys did not consider him to be a part their family in anyway. They would be very happy if he just disappeared on his own accord. Then why force him to spend time with them? Sometimes he really forgot that the name 'Black' comes with a lot of burdens. The Tonks were much more his family than the Malfoys would ever be.
Ophiuchus's home-life was complicated. There had been a whole hearing at the ministry to appoint his gaurdian. Now there was certainly some bad blood between the two of his father's cousins which had been intensified by that hearing. So it was settled that Ophiuchus was to spend most of the year with the Tonks. After he started Hogwarts, he spent half of his holidays with the Malfoys. But as he grew older, he spent less and less time with those unbearable people, obsessed with their blood-status.
The brunet didn't even care to reply and continued with his food choosing to ignore them for the best.Ever since that hat decided to put him in Gryffindor, the Malfoys had grown somewhat indifferent towards him, and thankfully so.
" Heard what happened World Cup ?" said Draco who was sitting just opposite to him, trying to make a conversation. " They were all hanging the muggles upside down, it was almost comical. Pity you let the opportunity pass."
" Not my cup of tea," said Ophiuchus flatly, " I'm sure you'll get cold feet once you see what the Death Eaters are capable of."
Draco laughed. Ophiuchus sighed. What else could he expect from his cousin who was totally spoiled and knew nothing about life outside his little circle. Could he at least allow Ophiuchus to enjoy a peaceful meal?
" So hows your aunt Andrea doing ?" said the older witch clearing her throat.
" Whatever bloodtraitors are supposed to do," muttered Draco, appearing as though he'd just accidentally chewed a caterpillar split into two.
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SACRIFICE ⟶ h. granger
FanfictionTime is ruthless. She doesn't like waiting for anybody. And Fate? Sometimes,He is unnecessarily cruel. (Hermione Granger x male Oc)