࿐ྂ ༘֨𖦹 In which 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
approaches a loud hufflepuff
named 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞, with a simple
plan to break lily evans and her
boyfriend up.
or,
In which 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 and
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CHAPTER FIFTY! — Limerence
" You're my brother "
SEVEN YEARS AGO SHE BEGAN HOGWARTS. She was scared, worried. She held Aries and Skylar's hands when she stepped into the big train. Never once would she have even imagined the up and downs she's had over the years.
And now she's putting on a black graduation gown, a yellow sash wrapped around her shoulders to represent the house she was sorted into. Her perfect badge shining brightly near her chest. Her blonde hair was braided in the back. Ophelia stood next to her. All they could do was stare in the mirror.
"We're graduating." She says. Her voice dripping with sadness.
Ophelia sighed, leaning her head on Ember's. Her heartbreaking a little as she glanced through the dorm that never even seemed like it was theirs anymore. "Yes. Yes, were graduating from Hogwarts. It's our last day." Memories of every moment hitting them in the faces.
"Merlin. We really are graduating. It's crazy. I mean as soon as we leave we'll have to go into war. We're graduating at such a rough time." Ember bit back a frown. "It really is our last day."
Ophelia looked to her best friend and hit Ember's arm. "Hey- if we do this, we're doing it together. We'll go through the war together. We started Hogwarts together. We can do it again."
Ember nodded, taking a final look at herself before the two best friends left the dorm for the final time. Memories of gossiping, crying, laughing, everything staying in the room like sweet candy.
They were told to meet up on the Quidditch pitch for the ceremony. it gave her a major moment of nostalgia. In front, McGonagall began to speak. "Today the class of 78' is graduating. I have been there for your highs, lows. Everything. Seven years ago you were all little eleven years awaiting the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And now, you are graduating. I am happy to be your professor, friend, and head of house for the Gryffindors in the audience.
"I wish you the best. You will make important choices. Some about the upcoming war..." Her voice broke off. "You're jobs, relationships-" Her eyes flickered down to Ember and over to James. "Families. I truly hope you make the best decisions. Thank you for letting me be your professor."
McGonagall stepped off from the podium, tears threatening to form in her green irises. DUmbeldore nodded before stepping up. "Professor McGonagall will call out your names. The same order she did seven years ago."
