Accalia Hope Lupin-Black (Or Black-Lupin) Daughter of Cassandra Lupin and Regulus Black. Has her mum's joy but with her dad's anger. As kindhearted as her mum, but as cunning as her dad. Her dad's loyalty, and her mum's short-temper. Her dad's arti...
Cassie almost committed murder. It was very hilarious. The Umbridge girl—who I don't believe is a Selwyn as Matthew has told me he had never even heard of her before. Besides the point. She asked me on a date once more in front of Cassie this time. It is like she has a death wish. I didn't even get a chance to say no before Cassie—
"Lia?"
Accalia jumped and turned to her door, closing the book to throw it at the intruder. Once she saw it was Celeste, she lowed the book and put a hand on her heart to calm her breathing. "One of these days I will hit you guys with something on accident."
"I'm surprised you haven't already." Celeste gave a small laugh as she walked over to Accalia's bed and sat down next to her. "What are you reading?"
"Dad's journals." Noticing her aunt's sad smile, she hands to her journal. "I know you gave them to me, but you can read them whenever you want. He was your brother before he was my dad, after all. He was your brother longer than my dad because well you know, he's—what's the muggle phrase? Singing with the fishes? No. Sweeping? No."
The adult took the book and held it in her hand for a while before she looked over at her niece, who was still trying to decide what the phrase was. She looked just like her mum, but her hair and her smile, (or smirk most time) was all Regulus. She's noticed how, as Accalia got older, she looked more like Regulus and less like Cassandra but started to act more like her mum than her dad.
"I remember your dad writing in these journals. I would sneak into his room some nights to make sure he was alright. He would be up writing in these. Me and Sirius always made fun of him because, why would anyone want to write about the horrors we went through in Grimmauld Place? I'm surprised you don't have nightmares reading these."
"It's not all bad. The one you're holding is from March 1977 to November 1977. It's quite nice. Very cheesy, but sweet." Accalia shrugs and walks over to a good-sized, brown box.
Celeste watches as she pulls out a bunch of journals and quickly flipped through them. Accalia smiled when she saw one and flopped back down on her bed next to her aunt. She handed her another journal. It was a black leather journal with R.A.B, stitched on the front, just like the rest of them.
